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Monday, December 7, 2020

Ditty For December's Bitty Days


Westward streams the stead of morning through a lower, lesser sky 
Sweeps through noontide, soon soft-tuning dusk’s dark strings with lullaby




Woo me with your wisp of welkin ere your dusk of purple-blue 
Gathers what remains of daylight into Bygone’s phantom flue 

Westward streams the stead of morning through a lower, lesser sky 
Sweeps through noontide, soon soft-tuning dusk’s dark strings with lullaby 

Smooth the stark and stilly scene of soon-twilight-enshrouded-bars 
With a probe at gleaming embers stoked into a show of stars 

Ere the flare of whispers winnows into farewell-blue chambray 
Wake within me keened awareness to what weaves each yesterday 

Tuck the cold curves of December beneath soft white-tumbled banks 
Fill frosted panes of Remember with panoramas of thanks 

© Janet Martin 





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