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| December Rose by © chibilunacat I'd love to be kissed By a December rose; Icicles clinging to the leaves- Cold as the day My father left me. I'd love to be touched By a July snowflake; No heat could harm Its delicate features- Warm as the sun. I'd love to be held By a spring pumpkin; Early as the fawn- Wobbling on its legs, Orange as the lilys. I'd love to be engaged To an Autumn daffodil; Centered by the trees- With brightly colored leaves, Late as the day I could smile again. Terra Mae 10/5/1995 |