Inspired by the name of a Matthew Mayfield song
Her name was December
she blew in with the last autumn leaves
swirling red, yellow and orange
‘round her head
She could be warm
like golden lights in a window
in a dark unforgiving night
laugh like a bell
promising all the surprise
all the joy
of an unopened gift
She could turn cool
distant pale eyes turned inwards
at a storm brewing
that only she could see
her touch the sting of sleet
her kiss hard ice
stealing the warmth
from his skin
the life from his soul
© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved
This is gorgeous, Christine. So beautiful.
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Thank you Eric. I always feel more confident about a piece if you liked it
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Beautiful poetry Christine. It captures perfectly the feel and emotion of the change from Autumn to Winter.
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Thank you Davy– so glad that it spoke to you
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It is absolutely wonderful. I love the images it creates!
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Thank you so much Sir Eric
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Always, Lady ❤
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❤
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