Summer in December

Posted: December 15, 2013 in free verse
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What’s that feeling you get
hearing that voice or song or music
remembering
who you were with, the thing you were doing
the time, the song,
the black and white picture in your mind
the favorite shirt, the wild hair.
What is that feeling
The down deep feeling
sort of good but empty, sort of sad,
how many years and how many are gone
Getting what we need,
But so many left behind
Listening under the near full moon
The words, the notes,
with that dusty woman.
The hair scent and the feel of goose bumped skin.
Feeling summer in December

DSS

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Comments
  1. I commented this on Xanga…but wanted to “like” it here!
    Amazing poem!
    HUGS!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Like

  2. RoastedChestnutHUGS for you today!!!
    ๐Ÿ˜€
    PS…watch your chestnuts around open fires! ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  3. UglyChristmasSweater HUGS for you today! ๐Ÿ˜€

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