December Eyes

Mesmerized by true blue eyes

And brooding sighs; December skies

Tossed with free will beneath the hill

Where still and sleek, the river lies

And I am wont to drink the taunt

Of brook-fern haunt; unlearned, the vaunt

Of wanderlust where this I must;

Trample lanes laced with diamond dust

For soon staid sweep of deep to deep

Will lie asleep ‘neath snow-crowned keep

Then I will bide its eventide

In company of fireside

So captivated, I must go

To touch and taste the ebbing flow

Of lonely skies and brooding sighs

Mesmerized by December eyes

© Janet Martin

Emily of New Moon called it a 'flash'.

I call it a rush...

when you read, see, feel Something

that inspires instant poetry!