“December” – Spenserian Stanza

I stand at winter’s edge and plead for sun;

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December

I stand at winter’s edge and plead for sun;

New England days of wintry light conceal

what warmth was present—now just slim to none.

The clouds do swell and all the lakes congeal,

cadet blue-sky that brings me no appeal.

The coldest winds of December relay

a sense of despondence that’s not ideal.

I perch on winter’s edge like birds of prey

and use my beak to plead for beaming warmth of day


I normally hate poems in which I have to rhyme and follow specific guidelines, but this Spenserian Stanza, written for my English Epic class, was fun to write.

With love, Alyssa

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