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December
"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 clouds
trees in the night wind."
- W. S. Merwin 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 clouds
trees in the night wind."
The sirens sing
songs of longing
to the blue moon of winter,
blue-hearted drum
of the seas.
They offer it pearls,
minute moons, votive images
wrapped in blue seaweed
& dance it the dizzy
dance of the tides.
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