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December’s woods are cool woods. [1]

Woods are never cold –

Cold is impersonal. 

Woods have nature’s mold.

               December’s woods are gray woods;

               Gray – or are they brown?

               Perhaps somewhere in between

               The true hue can be found.

December’s woods are straight woods,

Bare and tall and straight.

Like the masts of sail boats,

Resting at harbor’s gate.

               December’s woods are wet woods. 

               Whither snow or sleet or rain,

               They paint the trees darker shades,

               Until sun blesses them again.

December’s woods are quiet woods,

Calm, tranquil, serene.

Palmates & pinnates rustle no more.

The twigs are all clean.

eab, 12/30/77

[1] For some years December was my hunting month.

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DECEMBER WOODS

December’s woods are cool woods. 

Woods are never cold –

Cold is impersonal. 

Woods have nature’s mold.

 

December’s woods are gray woods;

Gray – or are they brown?

Perhaps somewhere in between

The true hue can be found.

 

December’s woods are straight woods,

Bare and tall and straight.

Like the masts of sail boats,

Resting at harbor’s gate.

 

December’s woods are wet woods. 

Whither snow or sleet or rain,

They paint the trees darker shades,

Until sun blesses them again.

 

December’s woods are quiet woods,

Calm, tranquil, serene.

Palmates and pinnates rustle no more.

The twigs are all clean. [1]

          – eab, 12/30/77


[1] For some years December was my hunting month.

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