There is a stripping back, a certain
falling off,
a darkness to the light, an awareness
to the love;
a slight holding in where there
was gush and rush;
a sharpness to the winds, and a
sparseness to the words,
a clicking into place where
enough can be enough
and not an iota more, a distaste for
too much;
a tying up of leaves, an end to risk-averse,
a paring of the sky. A yearning for the nub.
Hi Nila - it's good to see December here ... but we are so warm and I'm quite glad - but we do need the cold. We're not quite at the nub yet ... I yearn for Spring though ... cheers Hilary
ReplyDeleteSpring is too short lived over here!
DeleteMy favorite snippet: "a paring of the sky." Perfect definition of winter.
ReplyDeleteSometimes it can be a layering too :) but paring sounds more poetic? no just what feels right..
DeleteAwareness to the love - fitting for this month!
ReplyDeleteVery true.
DeleteDeep, subtle, befitting tribute to the month.
ReplyDeleteWhy the year ends at this month I can't fathom, the New Year should ideally start at spring..
DeleteHello December and Nila! Have a fantastic holiday season, my friend. '...a slight holding in where there was gush and rush...' I can feel it. :-)
ReplyDeleteThat;s definitely the difficult part :) thanks Denise and see you soon.
DeleteAt times I find out
ReplyDeleteall that pushing, shoving and
fighting I'm doing all three
and yet at this time of year I
too feel peace come over me
Winter is a season for reflection isn't it?
DeleteWhen last have I read the word 'iota'?
ReplyDeleteYou are so good at choosing the right words.
Another good poem!
I know I've heard it last in a maths class :-) Thanks Michelle
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