"December Sunshine" by Robert Duncan‘December Romance’ by Rod Kleber The Society December 1, 2016 Beauty, Poetry 2 Comments December—not April cruelest, nor June In moon—must be the most romantic month, Why else make men of snow, or gods of men, Or turn the world virgin-white, life in death? At dusk, a chickadee, cold-ruffed, calls out For light, for PHOE-be, not because he’s fool- Hardy, in touch with nothing there, but cut From deep within, by force unnameable. Up close, our frosted windows filigree With silvery stems and baby’s breath, marking Our turn of mind from ice to what we see In the glaze, and search on for through the dark. We feel the creeping cold, approaching death, Yet know a surging warmth, a lasting breath. Rod Kleber has written short fiction, plays, essays, and textbooks as well as poetry. His most recently published poems in traditional form are “Pinwheel” in *The Nation* and “Mary Among Us” in *Dappled Things*, both appearing in the past year. Related Post ‘When I Speak of History’ by Leonard Dabydeen When I speak of history I speak well; I leave behind the past where broken bones Lay scattered on blistering sands to tell Of atrocities that are m... Tell the world:FacebookTwitterTumblrPinterestRedditLinkedInEmail 2 Responses Ruth Asch December 2, 2016 Not so much romance here, as the dramatic light and dark, the idealism amid a struggle, of some Romantic writers and artists. The last couplet is perfect and very memorable. Reply Dona Fox December 26, 2016 I got caught up in his interesting images and phrases. I like sonnets. I agree with Ruth Asch, the last couplet is especially memorable. Thank you, Rod Kleber. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email.