The Cruelest Month

In Rome it was ten, but to some it is one.
For cruelty is something it likes to unfold.
It’s frosty and frozen and something to shun.
December is bitter from old.

That cool, even temper slays timid and bold.
Green leaves have withered and now we find none.
Instead as it exhales – white blankets, behold.

When enters the Solstice, it swallows the sun,
Accompanying darkness and ushers the cold.
The calendar wizens, this year is quite done.
December is bitter from old.


Day 4 of NaPoWriMo calls for a poem about the cruelest month.

Honestly, I find something wonderful about every one of the months and seasons, so it wasn’t easy to choose a month.  But after pondering it for a while, I settled on December.  It was the month my grandfather died when I was 10 and it symbolizes the passing of another year.  So despite any holidays and time off work, I think it worthy of consideration for this challenge.

For this entry, I opted to write in the form of a roundel.


About ewdupler

Gene is an avid outdoorsman, loves reading and is known to put pen to paper (well, he types) as an amateur poet.
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6 Responses to The Cruelest Month

  1. rosemawrites says:

    oh. the metaphor and personification you used in this poem is just perfect. 🙂

  2. ihatepoetry says:

    Great job on the prompt. Caused me to look at December anew! Thanks.

  3. Kiana Donae says:

    I like the form you chose for the piece. I like your take on why December is the cruelest. #LoveandInk to you

  4. Leonas Lines says:

    Very good! Loved it! And, I do agree December is cruel, but to me January is worse….:)

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