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December
I
feel December coming on
like an impending head cold
Resigned to the fact
that I have to let it run its course
Aching and tired
I just want to stay in bed.
The chills come in waves
remembering Decembers past
Cold darkness
Piercing winds that reach
under protective layers
cutting to my very core
A pillow over my head keeps out the light
Huddled under the covers I shiver
and wait
I wake in the night
The fever and chills gone
My health restored
the virus conquered by unseen forces
dwelling in my veins
I look outside
into the dark night of late December.
Stars sparkle
The crisp air no longer chills me
A brisk breeze blows my hair
The world appears sharper, clearer
As the December sky fades
to new year’s dawn
I stand up and
stretch
ready to face the day—Joyce Lind is a
mother, teacher, and musician who lives
in Harrisonburg, Virginia. She is
pursuing an M.A.T. in Early Childhood
Education at James Madison University.
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