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December

DECEMBER

In a hushed lament, in December I go
Beneath bare boughs in the wild air
Which swirls in torrents, everywhere,
As I wander like a wayward leaf in the snow.

Meanwhile the wind weeps dolefully
In the languid dusk of the winter chill
Forming ivory wreaths on the pearl white hill
Carrying your name - to torture me.

John Lars Zwerenz

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Ave Maria

Style/Type: Structured: Western

Review Request Direction: [This option has been removed]

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Country/Region: United States

Favorite Poets: Gerard Nerval, Edgar Allan Poe, Charles Baudelaire, Paul Verlaine, Lord Byron, John Keats

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