December peels

                                December  peels

 November   showers   end,   still  pop out of the

Sky   today ,  as  I view  from  my  balcony,

  They   are  dismembering    clouts; still   no  wants.

December’s   melodies   melange

With   the  Dawn’s   whispering   blossoms,                                     

Something    like   a   clairvoyance                                                                                                                                    

Springs  from  within  upwelling ,

Climbing  the  tricky  ladder of   hope.

  It   chimes   like  paradigms

In your   heart,  ringing   out   the old;

Somewhere    from  the grass 

Emanates  the smell of  airy  wet winds

 Coiling  fresh   roots. I  go  back  to

My  days   of   cold  thundering             

 November   Morn.  Church  choir

On the  cliff  rings  out  the old.