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Mid-December
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Gerald England


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A full moon shines
over the morning frost;
the lanes are full of late-fallen leaves;
walking across the mulch
is almost as tricky
as treading over ice.
 
In town the carol-singers are in
crowding the shopping-mall,
while a group of muffled musicians
play by the outside market.
 
This year but two robins
on the early Christmas cards;
the squirrel still runs along the fence
skirting our newly-erected shed.

 
This poem first appeared in the UK magazine, The Seventh Quarry.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Gerald England is a British poet who has published 11 collections and was a poetry editor for more than thirty years. Presently he is devoting more time to photography, and also publishes a daily blog. Learn more about Gerald at his website, and read more of his poetry here.


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Donna Pflueger:
Gerald,in so few direct words, you set the scene and I was slipping on the leaves with you. So vivid - so true. Wonderful poem.
Posted 12/16/2012 09:35 AM


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