December...again

The bud that broke and thrilled the limb

That spilled in floral diadem

Has wept its petals to the breeze

And long forgotten centuries

The marsh that throbbed with giddy trill

Of spring-peepers, is stiff and still

The garden, once a paradise

Of bloom; a tomb of tattered sighs

How swift spring-summer-autumn drift

To epitaphs scrawled on a gift

Of moment-gold we cannot hold

For Time is insistent and bold

…and strips the bud that broke and thrilled

The limb where spring and summer spilled

To winds of phantom, freight-like train

That brings December once again

It rumbles from wide open skies

And showers silver sparkle-sighs

To eventide once dull and brown

December is November’s crown

© Janet Martin

I was inspired by the scraggly limbs outside the window...gone the sleepy, leafy sigh of summer-autumn lullaby

 December's crown is a little brown right now...but we're not complaining. November was much whiter than we needed it to be;-)