“On getting through November and December”


“On getting through November & December”

I do believe the season gives a shove

to jumbled thoughts about the ones we’ve lost.

Perhaps it is cold wind November loves

Perhaps it is December’s cost; the frost.

We sit beside the fire, remembering…

Replay some theme we dote upon awhile.

The breaking log may startle and may sting

but  if too close for comfort is our style,

the mind may play more games when it should rest.

Old memories, regrets will oft ignite.

Perhaps to let them loose may be the test:

A letting go with cinders all the trite.

They are the ones we loved no matter what.

Released is all the burn but not forgot.

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