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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. Unbound
  2. In Blossom Time
  3. At the Close
  4. Bret Harte (A stir of pines in the forest)
  5. Meadowlarks


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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