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Poem by Ina Donna Coolbrith


December


Now the Summer all is over!
We have wandered through the clover,
We have plucked in wood and lea
Blue-bell and anemone.

We were children of the Sun,
Very brown to look upon;
We were stained, hands and lips,
With the berries' juicy tips.

And I think that we may know
Where the rankest nettles grow,
And where oak and ivy weave
Crimson glories to deceive.

Now the merry days are over!
Woodland-tenants seek their cover,
And the swallow leaves again
For his castle-nests in Spain.

Shut the door, and close the blind:
We shall have the bitter wind,
We shall have the dreary rain
Striving, driving at the pane.

Send the ruddy fire-light higher;
Draw your easy chair up nigher;
Through the winter, bleak and chill,
We may have our summer still.

Here are poems we may readЧ
Pleasant fancies to our need.
Ah, eternal Summer-time,
Dwells within the Poet's rhyme!

All the birds' sweet melodies
Linger in these songs of his;
And the blossoms of all ages
Waft their fragrance from his pages.



Ina Donna Coolbrith

Poem Theme: December

Ina Donna Coolbrith's other poems:
  1. Helen Hunt Jackson
  2. The Day of Our Lord
  3. Bret Harte (The magic of his wizard pen)
  4. Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest)
  5. The Bribe


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Christopher Cranch December ("NO more the scarlet maples flash and burn")
  • John Payne December ("THE roofs are dreary with the drifted rime")
  • Ella Wilcox December ("Upon December's windy portico")

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