A Touch of December

….The days get colder, the nights longer,
as the year counts its final breaths.
December, the receptacle
of the leftovers of unrealised dreams,
the harbinger of hopes and guilty wishes.
The summer has finally bid goodbye
but lurks around the corners
of misty mornings and exhausted evenings….

 ….The careless way the snow fills
the overheads of houses and trees
and the chill drapes the roads and leaves
reminds me of the prolonged spells
that are once again prominent,
colouring the faded memories with bygone anxieties.

Much felt and said, matter not,
not when the year rolls by
like the wheels of a cart, slow, steady, poignant….



Asha Seth

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