Liz Hunt

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December, 2016

December 8, 2016

Long afternoon

Dreary, overcast, cold

Colder forecast tomorrow

Dogs are home alone

Sad when I left, they were

When will the art take over?

Pick up a pen, crayon, brush, pencil

The time is now

There is so much suffering

Write a verse, a line, a word

Try to remember. Try.

Time slips by. Who will miss us?

The darkness slowly, quickly rushes in and sits

Beside our weary frames

She rushed by the window

Braced against the cold

One step, rush by

Through the day. Today

Lights twinkle cold

Bright tonight. One day

Again and again. One day

This step, this step

Over and over through the darkness

Turning into years

Years of dreary cold

After such a warm, kind 8 years

And so it goes over again

When does the warring stop

When do we put aside our differences?

Split, severed, separated

For what?

Do you remember?

Will you miss me?

Will it matter in the darkness?

This hymn is for you

Won’t you be kind and open the door?

Sometimes the loneliness screams

Mid-afternoon

Sound carries across the cold

Just today, won’t you be kind?

A celebration could come our way

One day. One step

Praise for the insignificant, for the forgotten

When will you call?

Maybe never

That is sufficient for the day

Don’t you know

Strength is only so strong

Eventually there is a weakness. Then a snap

At that point no more waiting. Time is over

No more one day, one step

Regrets are no more

Numbness is your reward

Reward …..

But back to today

This dreary December day

She hurries along down the sidewalk

Past the shops

Braced against the cold

One day. One step.

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