December Flowers

December is around us soon to be gone...

in a slow flurry I am caught....

Inside I sit...

I watch....

caught behind the glass...

The bare branches....

confused flowers peep in ...

die out....

I miss the whispers...

the light reminders....

When truth was far away...

but now it is loud...

IT screams with silence...

absent things....

The cold outside,

masquerading in sunshine...

The voice is constant...

"He is going"....

"his pain"...

"His life"....

"Traveling away."...

"Your fear is fading" ....

"His fear is growing"..

I thought I had grown since spring,

but I feel like a winter flower.

today it is warm and my face is bright....

but no matter how the sun shines

it is December.

the frost will come,

and winter flowers never last to see the spring.