We used to take long walks to December
We would walk all day in the warm winter sun
Sunspots made it hard to find her hand
It’s hard to purge the feelings that the frosted trees gave
Outstretched arms, they were jealous of us
When I got nervous I would squeeze or brush her skin lightly with my thumb
Our damp shoes, crusted with black diamonds in the feathers below us
Pushed through the aesthetic cotton and igneous sized us up
He pushed back and made it hard to trample him
Together we were stubborn and usually won
Now I face him alone, I’m afraid
I get scared and he can sense that
Just as the rest of nature can
That beautiful sky, the Cyclops that closes its eye every night
The wonderful ocean, which swallows our dreams and returns them empty
The fire that forever incinerates what we had together
And finally the wind, who swirls all the elements into one
One quick, jagged knife that thrust through my spine into my heart
I drop to my knees and admit “December, you have won.”
By: Mark D. Anderson
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