December’s Bud

Planted long ago

What’s darkest burgeons in the chill

 

In the forgotten flower pot

Atop the unspoiled hill

 

She greets the moon on certain nights

Blooming in the still

 

December’s bud lasts winter long

Nourished by her will

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