Tonight's Poet Corner: December Dreams

December Dreams
by Belinda Roddie

December dreams are fragile things,
susceptible to even the slightest
change or heat. Like snowflakes,
they descend at night like messages
delivered from the gods of the blizzard
themselves, and then they melt quickly
away once the sun rises. And
the dreamer are left with a warmth in
their chests, but not a single memory
of the crystalline imagery that came
before it lingers. Every pattern seen
in a temporary storm, gone with a
chronically shortening winter.

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