remember December

when the colt runs
free through fields
of red clover

remember December

when the seaspirit
spreads irish moss
upon the shore

remember December

when sultry turns crisp
and rusts and yellows
play the foil to green

remember December

when the wind whipped your
hair and tears shattered against
the frozen shell of your heart.

Alone in the cold

Alone in the cold (Photo credit: Jenn Durfey)

Shawna snuck in some mid-week words,
this is for one of the lists.

Shared at IGWRT

and dVerse


Filed under Poetry, Poetry - Prompts

20 responses to “December

  1. This is really cool! I think your repeated line is very effective. I love the idea of a colt running through red clover. Beautiful, majestic, other-worldly.

    This is my favorite line: “when sultry turns crisp”

  2. Gorgeous. Love the repeating line.
    And this:
    “and rusts and yellows
    play the foil to green”

  3. Anne

    I really like the progression of this, the repeated dirge of that ‘Remember …’
    and the final, brittle last verse – very effective. Nice write.

  4. Lovely poem Mark, especially the last stanza.
    Don’t like the pic… reminding me of what we’ll have to look forward too all too soon…lol

  5. when sultry turns crisp
    and rusts and yellows
    play the foil to green

    just perfect word play! And I love that photo – it is hard to get a perfect, undisturbed scene like that. Jenn must have been up pretty early.

  6. No, no, not yet…not after a cold sunner :-0
    We over here “remember, remember, the fifth of November”,
    gunpowder plot and Guy Fawkes day.
    Like the way you escalate the charactristics of the season getting us to all that frost and snow.

  7. Great imagery! I love the colt in red clover and the Irish moss especially.

  8. I enjoyed the images you chose to share of December. I’m not sure I want to ‘remember’ December, as it will be too quickly with us again. The last stanza was REALLY beautiful, I must admit.

  9. Wow…. this is beautiful πŸ™‚ I love the winter πŸ˜€

  10. ugh…the closure gave me shivers..colder than the coldest december temperature…love the red clover and irish moss in this…symbolism in each of them..

  11. whew i really like the turn to personal there in the last stanza mark…reminds me a bit of back to december by tailor swift….forgive me my son is in love with her and i hear it all the time…you evoke the season well both in nature and our memories…

  12. Hey, you got us, got us good! winter, remember December. We have to accept it but shattered tears on a frozen shell of her heart, I can hardly comprehend. Excellent.

  13. You have such a way with words! Love the refrain and then when you have us all comfy and peaceful–the whip of a sharp ending–well done!

  14. Wow, really liked this one, especially final stanza. To the point, and powerful ending. Nice.

  15. hedgewitch

    Excellent writing, Mark–you draw out the inner essence of the month…my problem is forgetting december, personally.

  16. I don’t know….. My Decembers don’t come with a frozen shell of a heart….. Mostly just a frozen butt while shoveling snow off the drive! πŸ™‚ But I love your poem Mark, it is so alive with vivid colors and life. Good writing…

  17. hypercryptical

    Wonderful wonderful write.

    Anna :o]

  18. Wonderful capture, Mark.

  19. Wow! That last stanza grabbed me.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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