December. <br /> <br />She never had been so easy to endure, <br />The hardest part of her, am not just sure. <br />The hours left back, for now does seem <br />As a dawn to another era, unseen. <br /> <br />I wish now. <br />For another December. <br /> <br />The morning breeze kissed my swollen face. <br />The touch though cold, I felt no sore. <br />I looked at the sky, in a solitary gaze. <br />December, through her crimson core. <br /> <br />The woes and cries of the early crow, <br />Seemed to me too mere a cry. <br />A matter of life for it although, <br />Dusted in me, memories so wry. <br /> <br />January head on, with an instant push, <br />Toughness and arrogance to merge in too, <br />February, my love, in a gentle lush, <br />Caressed me all through, to think and do <br />March was warm, save April so hot. <br />To deceive, to fall into pieces apart. <br />May hurried ado in a joyous leap, <br />With success to count, and happiness to reap. <br /> <br />June. Wet in the summer rain, <br />The streaks in which I buried my pain, <br />To know not. To fear not. I’d learnt. <br />Through the spasms that killed. Burnt. <br />July to August were a perfect glee <br />In travels to redeem the selfless Me. <br />“Bon voyage”, they said without regret to spare. <br />To call back, nay! And smiles so bare. <br /> <br />September in lust, so turned me on. <br />I wished for more, but then she was gone. <br />October, I prepared for zest and zeal, <br />With outlooks changed. Attitudes did peal. <br />November came in a misty glow. <br />I wished to outlive. I wished to grow. <br />But then I knew how time had flown. <br />To make me wait for another unknown. <br /> <br />Encore. <br />December came, <br />Slow. But was she? <br />Fast. How could she? <br />But to learn so much; to fall and win <br />To see the small in ev'ry big thing, <br />I now wish. <br />For another December.<br /><br />Rosmin Elsa Mohan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-43/
