A typical, December day.
The sun has stopped
And the temperature has dropped.
The forecasters say
I well remember the December
And playing on frozen pond.
But oh, so long Ago!
And I shall grow
Old. and remember December
We count the cost
Once things are lost.
And the foolish, wishing to sunbathe,
Pray for the coming heatwave.
Gorgeous piece, Kevin.
Thank you, Gabriela. I’m so pleased you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
My pleasure Kevin. I hope you are well. Sending you my best. How is Tiger?
I am well, thank you, Gabriela. And I hope all is good with you?
Very sadly, Trigger died in September. He had developed cancer which was, unfortunately only diagnosed at a very late stage, and to avoid unnecessary suffering I took the very difficult decision to have my friend put to sleep.
I composed the below poem in honour of Trigger:
Of your teeth is still there,
On your old dog bed.
I walk in the park,
Shadows on the grass
Mistook for an old friend.
All things pass,
However much we pretend
Otherwise. You closed your eyes,
And left your mark
Upon my heart.
Oh, Kevin, I am so sorry to hear about. May he rest in piece. Please receive my deepest sympathy. I hope you are ok. And what a poem. I don’t know if I have tears in my eyes because of his death or because your poem is so beautiful. Probably both.
Thanks care Kevin 🌸
Thank you for your lovely words, Gabriela, which moved me deeply. You too, take care. Kevin
The thing is, we complain when its hot. We complain when its cold. Conclusion: We just like to complain.
Thank you for your comment. Certainly the weather is a huge topic of conversation. Best wishes. Kevin
True. But when we foolishly focus on one agenda, another agenda gets over looked. True wisdom is not found in fighting one war. Its battling all the lines in the sand at once. And np. I usually scroll past things I shriek at. Lately, too many things are falling through the cracks and should be addressed. Thankfully some people are still willing to consider ideas. Never good to be in an echo chamber. Take care too.
Thank you. Climate change is one of those things we can not disregard. Or, if we do so, we endanger humanity. Best wishes. Kevin
So beautiful, Kevin. Yes, I remember December snow, too.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m delighted that you also remember December Snow. Have a lovely weekend. Best wishes. Kevin
December snow is beautiful: we’ve had a lot where we are. Hope you get some too! ❄️
I’m delighted that you have had snow to enjoy, Ingrid. I hope there is some snow here also. Thanks for commenting. Best wishes. Kevin
I like the format of the poem Kevin…
What’s snow?? ….
Jeanne – if it wasn’t for the weather what would we talk about?….
Thank you Don. I’m delighted you like my poem. Best wishes. Kevin
This is really evocative Kevin. I love it
Beautiful poem, Kevin. Snow in December is inevitable, but it’s the month that I welcome it for the holidays and its beauty.
Many thanks for your comment. I’m pleased you like my poem.
Best wishes. Kevin
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