December Morning

December early morning light
Hues of gray, black and white
Thin layer of fresh fallen snow
Winter’s beauty, such a show

Barren trees, so tall and thin
Limbs a dancing in the wind
First a squirrel, then a fox
Then ever slowly, geese in flocks

So still, so quiet, winter comes
Our hearts beat softly, tiny drums
In the distance, a cardinal calls his mate
To breakfast come, no need to wait

Thin stream of smoke from the chimney trickles
Watch it dance, your heart tickles
No need to rush, hurry away
Let linger, this December day

Advertisements
This entry was posted in After Christmas Poem, December Poem and tagged , , by Don Iannone. Bookmark the permalink.

About Don Iannone

Don Iannone is a poet, writer, teacher and photographer who lives in the Greater Cleveland area. He has worked in the economic development field for over 35 years. Don is the author of three poetry books and five photography books. He is working on a short book of photographs and poems about human trafficking. This work was exhibited at six venues in Ohio. Don holds an M.A. degree in Art and Consciousness Studies from the University of Philosophical Research in Los Angeles, where he teaches writing. His educational background also includes studies in Anthropology, Photography, Organizational Behavior, and Economic Development. Don’s website: http://www.donaldiannone.com Wisdom Work Press: https://wisdomworkpress.wordpress.com

3 thoughts on “December Morning

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s