December’s brief wisdom: John Bannister Tabb on seasons and memory
by John Bannister Tabb
I sat with chill December
Beside the evening fire.
"And what do you remember,"
I ventured to inquire,
"Of seasons long forsaken?"
He answered in amaze,
"My age you have mistaken;
I've lived but thirty days."
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Hoar frost covering tree branches creating a winter scene.