Winter Conversation

Form: Goethe Stanza

While talking with December late one night
A glass of whiskey in my hand
I sure he smiled in the firelight
I asked if the year had gone as planned
He caught my eyes in his wintery gaze
If January comes in with Auld Lang Syne
Then my time of one and thirty days
I think it all has gone just fine

©JGFarmer2020

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