"Darkness begins a
retreat: the cold light flows back
retreat: the cold light flows back
over the dead land.
Put the tree out now:
hang nuts on its branches - see feathered
decorations come.
Take down the
Christmas cards : arrowheads in the dust
Christmas cards : arrowheads in the dust
point to spring cleaning.
Pull down the paper
chains: the room grows tall, the floor
deep in coloured snow.
Cold bites deep: warm your
mind at Christmas memories
and look for snowdrops"
'After Christmas' ~ John Corben
More monthly musing can be mulled over at Sweet Home and Garden Chicago, where all the months of the year are celebrated in poetry or prose.
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