“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.”
~Joseph Roux
“A December Day”
Robert Fuller Murray
THAT’S no December sky!
Surely ’tis June
Holds now her state on high
Queen of the noon.
Only the tree-tops bare
Crowning the hill,
Clear-cut in perfect air,
Warn us that still
Winter, the aged chief,
Mighty in power,
Exiles the tender leaf,
Exiles the flower.
L.J.K. OLIVA 