December 2016

Musings in December: Edgar Allan Poe

“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December…”

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Art for December – Judith Anderson

Below – “December at the Creek”

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A Poem for Today

“Bare Trees”
By Kiran Bantawa

A bare tree stands

with roots on both ends

in December days.


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Musings in December: John Geddes

“December’s wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer’s memory.”

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Art for December – Manuel Sosa

Below – “December in the Oaks Forest”

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A Second Poem for Today

From “Rain at Night”
By W.S. Merlin

“This is what I have heard


at last the wind in December

lashing the old trees with rain

unseen rain racing along the tiles

under the moon

wind rising and falling

wind with many cloud
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trees in the night wind.


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Musings in December: Fennel Hudson

“December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.”

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Art For December – Luigi Loir

Below – “The Seine in December”

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A Third Poem for Today

“Year’s End”
By Ted Kooser

Now the seasons are closing their files
on each of us, the heavy drawers
full of certificates rolling back
into the tree trunks, a few old papers
flocking away. Someone we loved
has fallen from our thoughts,
making a little, glittering splash
like a bicycle pushed by a breeze.
Otherwise, not much has happened;
we fell in love again, finding
that one red feather on the wind.

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Art in December – Sandy Dooley

Below – “December”

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Musings in December: Roman Payne

“It is growing cold. Winter is putting footsteps in the meadow. What whiteness boasts that sun that comes into this wood! One would say milk-colored maidens are dancing on the petals of orchids. How coldly burns our sun! One would say its rays of light are shards of snow, one imagines the sun lives upon a snow crested peak on this day. One would say she is a woman who wears a gown of winter frost that blinds the eyes. Helplessness has weakened me. Wandering has wearied my legs.”

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Art for December – Thomas Habermann

Below – “December Sun”

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A Fourth Poem for Today

“Stone Thoughts”
By Robert Pack

I speak cold silent words a stone might speak
If it had words or consciousness,
Watching December moonlight on the mountain peak,
Relieved of mortal hungers, the whole mess
Of needs, desires, ambitions, wishes, hopes.
This stillness in me knows the sky’s abyss,
Reflected by blank snow along bare slopes,
If it had words or consciousness,
Would echo what a thinking stone might say
To praise oblivion words can’t possess
As inorganic muteness goes its way.
There’s no serenity without the thought ‘serene,’
Owl-flight without spread wings, honed eyes, hooked beak,
Absence without the meaning ‘absence’ means.
To rescue bleakness from the bleak,
I speak cold silent words a stone might speak.

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Art for December – Oleg Bezugly

Below – “December”

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Musings in December: John Burroughs

“If the October days were a cordial like the sub-acids of fruit, these are a tonic like the wine of iron. Drink deep or be careful how you taste this December vintage. The first sip may chill, but a full draught warms and invigorates.”

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Art for December – Carol Nelson

Below – “December Song”

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