December (A Mirror Poem)

as the night rings cold and bitter still

the snow tastes wet and toxic

while the fire burns hot and warms the skin

the heart inside feels like ice

remembering the loss from years gone by

tears well up and run like small streams

down distraught cheeks that shake like earthquakes

outside carolers sing “Jingle Bells”

outside carolers sing “Jingle Bells”

down distraught cheeks that shake like earthquakes

tears well up and run like small streams

remembering the loss from years gone by

the heart inside feels like ice

while the fire burns hot and warms the skin

the snow tastes wet and toxic

as the night rings cold and bitter still

©2004 Tamara Imes