Twelfth month, last page
Signs, influences, wonders
An end, soon a new beginning
Short days, long nights
Out my window, naked trees
dancing with flirting snowflakes
Lone whitetail deer
Snow-covered forest path
All about, winter’s cold breath
Colorful wrapping papers, silky bows
Red and green greeting cards
Christmas, here soon
December comes again
Author: Don Iannone, D.Div.
Photographer, poet, teacher, complementary medicine provider, interfaith minister, and former economic developer. Holds a Doctorate in Divinity, Master of Divinity, Master of Mind-Body Medicine, and Bachelor of Arts degree in Anthropology. Clinical certifications in Reiki, guided meditation, life purpose coaching, and spiritual counseling. Author of 12 books, including two new books in the contemporary spirituality field. Learn more here.
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12 thoughts on “December Comes Again”
Hayden: Thank you. Good having you back. Yes indeed, like winter in Michigan. Where in Michigan?
lovely. reminds me of childhood christmas’ in Michigan
Kai: Thank you. I am glad you found coziness in this poem.
Thanks Aurora. Glad you enjoyed it. I loved Christmas as a young boy. Still do, but not with quite the intensity as when I was a child. It’s magical…because of Christ’s birth and all that attaches to that new beginning, but also because of all we’ve attached to that most special holiday in the way of tradition, family, friends, celebration, giving, and also receiving.
this is really cozy
The mood captured here is so cozy and vibrant!
Thanks Polona. Glad you enjoyed.
it’s here alright.
delightful poem, don!
Thanks Gautami. Glad you enjoyed.
Floots: I have worked in this diner for 56 years. LOL.
Dan: Thanks. Yes and no to answer your question.
Wasn’t it just here the other day?
That was a great December poem. Beautiful images.
i’d like a december sandwich please don
(have you worked in this diner for long)
loadsa naked trees dancing with snowflakes
plenty of white-tails and snow covered paths
hold the wrapping paper and cards
(ok – i’m a bah humbug kinda guy)