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December nudges me
With thoughts of broad, blunt hands
To which I once with resolution clung
To aid me through the deep, drifting snow
While gales around us little-heeded sung.

Why I recall them chubby, chapped escapes me
With them larger far than mine.

I guess love places where it will
The things that we hold onto over time.

When I looked up to wind-burned cheeks
And into crinkly laughing eyes,
I delighted in the fast-pushed sled
Begged another ‘horsey” ride.

The roughness, blue plaid mackinaw
Often broke the north wind’s fury.

The feet that helped to break the trail
Eased a little traveler’s worry.

The serial tales past curfew time
Delighted on the bed
The eager imagination
Of an “almost” sleepy-head.

Years bring other kinds of storms, delights as well,
And we see facets of us all we didn’t know,
And, yet, December nudges me: recall
Sweet shelter of a brother in the snow.

©2010 Carol Morfitt

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