December

Gray and languid,
Day lights the earth,
Quiet and alive,
But slowing.

Ice around the rocks
Defines the edge of earth
Covered with leaves
That will become earth.

Two dogs bark in the distance:
Take us with you
To the river.
Then, bring us inside.

The river.
The dogs.
The walk.
The dark.
The silence.

The squeak of the door
On its hinge
The rush of warm air.
We bring the river inside.

Beyond us,

The dogs bark.

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