Grinch

I'll take my winter neat, if you don't mind.
I'll sit alone at home and look out at
The frigid landscape, late-arriving
Mornings, leaden skies, the quick
Return to night. The trees are helpless
Skeletons. The creek is frozen, ground
Is hard. This is when the world dies,
And that's what I would have it do,
The better to appreciate the spring,
The time of resurrection. Do not
Bring your cheer to me, your
Fa-la-las and little presents,
Laughter at a funeral, inappropriate,
It seems to me. Come and sit,
And mourn in silence. Savor
Winter neat.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-23 at 17:22

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