Poetry About December

December lays thin silver on the roofs. Darkness arrives before the shops are closed. Calendars loosen from their final page. We light small rooms against the longest evenings. The year gathers quietly behind us. Snow keeps no record, yet covers every path.

Evening changes the weight of the scene. Calendars loosen from their final page. A smaller detail comes forward. The year gathers quietly behind us. Meaning gathers without raising its voice. Snow keeps no record, yet covers every path.

December lays thin silver on the roofs. Hours pass, but the image does not leave. Calendars loosen from their final page. It returns us to winter light, year-end reflection, cold streets, celebrations, memory, and quiet change. The year gathers quietly behind us. The day continues with a more attentive heart.