Amy Hollins - December - As Near As Makes No Matter

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I celebrate the drawing-in of days, a dowsing of the sunlight, early camouflage of going home, or of not going home, a shrill scent again of clementine and a festal moon behind the wavering hatch of bare, connecting highways. I celebrate this, feeling vaguely tipsy after a careful glass, after one simple glass of chill, white wine in candid crystal, neither so remarkable for whiteness, yet the two sending out reflections to intensify a temporary wonder. Amy Hollins poemhunter.com/poem/december-as-near-as-makes-no-matter/