Memories in December

How it changes its silence 

the woods of evergreen

that relentless mirror of thought

that walks in pith as well

The murky voice that

turns the globe 

and all in its caressings

All passion 

dispelled

Forget-me-nots

in the springlight come December

My hands 

so suddenly lost

wandering through starlight

And though I can never be free

not for a second

never alive or willed to

let it go

If it comes to the doors of death

than death is well enough

Well enough without our sound or season

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I do understand this poem my friend. Here in Michigan. The kiss of Winter take over the days of Fall. The days become shorter and we must rest. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Perdition]

A bit further north into the Arctic realms of Alaska but close enough. Yeah, it's a rough place to live where you are or where you were. The UP will keep you both humble as it will keep you in tune with your soul and some pretty fascinating vibrations. Was I in want of building a cabin up there I would definitely want to start early, no doubt!! Also close enough to Glacier National Park to keep you in a "state of " Whoa!! as well as the Great Lakes which are also beautiful but there is most definitely a feeling of what happened once upon a time up tthere that keeps those lakes pretty lonely and sad. Thank you for the kind words once again. Will see you soon Coyote Poetry.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. The UP is hard. I liked it. But wife didn't. You are welcome my friend. Upper Michigan, still free country. It is still so beautiful.

[Perdition]

Sorry to hear that but hopefully, you had an extra house and a few good dogs to travel with! Let me know when you're headed up there next time, I could use a Walleye or ten...hahaha. It is hard indeed, but beautiful, and I praise the gods that guarded me that I was able to spend some time up there. Sounds like you're quite the Fortunate Writer as well .looking forward to the afternoon!! See ya then. Thank you much Coyote Poetry!

[Chris Shaw]

Forget-me -knots
in the spring light in December

Your December emotions feel similar to mine in January. A cursed month of the year I dread. It seems my most loved die in January. In one respect the four anniversaries are so close together, once they have gone I can look forward to the spring sunshine. However, their presence is evermore. I wonder if I too will die in January. Death and only death brings release from grief.

[Perdition]

Ya sure? ...hahaha. The love of my life died in January, brother of a million years. Avoid it at all costs until you feel otherwise ;) A powerful and beautiful review Chris... Thanks~

[Chris Shaw]

Sorry for your loss. Anniversaries are painful. I burn a lot of candles in January and stay close to their light.

[Kelly Scheppers]

I have been uneasy about death, not the reuniting of family and friends, but the unknowing of it. As a poet, we deal with feelings every time we write something, but the anticipation of death doesn't involve any feeling whatsoever. Perhaps that's just something we will not know of until our time has come. That totally blows my mind. As a kid, I remember holding my breath, seeing how long I could do it, lying perfectly still and calm. I believe it to be a peaceful state, or as you concluded, "well enough without a sound or season." I'll be the one wandering through starlight, I just know it. What a profound piece, Joseph, my Joseph!

[Perdition]

I just responded with a four-hour-long response only to have it stripped away by a slip of the fingers ..WTH!!
I will go take my morning insomnia recovery cat nai (two or three hours at best) in the pines and return to thank you once again wonderful Kelly. I can't believe I was up most of the night responding to your wonderful review and then just...well gone. Such a well-thought-out and wonderful review you left as well as wonderfully personal a review and you could leave, but I will return after the sun has its way with me...the cold too. For now please accept my sincere thanks, Dear wonderfulkind soul and poet Kelly!!!... THE ONE AND ONLY Kelly...lol!! I shall return as now way I don't respond!!! Too wonderful but for now thank you so much ;) xx

Always,

Joseph..xx;)

Should only be a couple of hours or so but I'm so incredibly sorry as this truly Sucka!!!...lol. See you very, very soon kind one!! Time travel?? lol.