It never gets really dark here in December
Though you can sense the light descending
Like someone sipping from a glass
The sun's warmth less and less
Which is a blessing given our long hot summers
But having grown up there in the north
I would not call it winter either
What we have here in December
More like a pausing in suspension
You can hear the earth breath in
Up there in a gasp of snow and ice
While here we keep the spring alive
For you its sunny days and chilly nights
The love of expectation in the trembling air
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