Poetry Collection.

"December Nights."

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Good morning, doe.
You have not left yet.
Why do you listen for me in the golden blue dawn?
I do not have berries;
only coffee and sweet honey
and nutmeg.
You will not like her cooking,
but you are welcome anytime.
We can watch the northern lights
together another night.

Good afternoon, doe.
You still stand there.
Has the sun turned you to stone?
The fish are swimming,
the butterflies are fluttering,
and the wolves are running,
yet, still, you stand there.
I do not have secrets . . .
only smiles and sun
and good tidings with humility.
You will not like her moxie,
but you are welcome anytime.
We can talk of the stars and the heavens
together another night.

Good evening, doe.
You have gone now.
I wonder why the northern lights still wave?
Colorful ribbons across the dark blue sea.
They reflect the rains—
translucent, you know.
I did not think you would leave again.
I do not have regrets . . .
only love and promises
and worth.
Don't you know?
You will not like my reflections.
They reflect the grave.
But you are welcome anytime.
Just stop by anytime.
We can listen to the crickets
together another night.

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(2019.)