THE LAST OF DECEMBER
On winter's burdocks
in this once daisy hinterland
small birds fade out of view
each nascent sky is grey
upon the beige meadows
as snow falls on the last
day of December
now on branches of snow
falling with white shadows,
and all our beliefs rise up
from childhood dreams
visions, prophecies
and a poet remembers
to pray on his knees.
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