Oh December

Tis dat month

Oh December!
Thou art the harshest
Trapping us in your web of snow
Where we don't feel a heart
You remind us of jutting edges
The icicles like our nose
You numb us through the pain
By when we awaken
We would have lost precious time
And a middle finger
We had saved up for the world

Oh December!
Thou art the harshest

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

There is something about your sure footed voice that makes me want to write poetry. Thanks for the enthusiasm that motivates. Lovely!