December

The year dwindles and glows
to December’s red jewel,
my birth month.

The sky blushes,
and lays its cheek
on the sparkling fields.

Then dusk swaddles the cattle,
their silhouettes
simple as faith.

These nights are gifts,
our hands unwrapping the darkness
to see what we have.

The train rushes, ecstatic,
to where you are,
my bright star.

From Rapture (Picador, 2005), Carol Ann Duffy 2005, used by permission of the author and the publisher.

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