December

DEAD POETS LIVE

Christopher Pearce Cranch

Cranch defined December well, in my opinion, at least in the usual change of season where winter is truly cold winter, post the falling of the leaves. As we well are aware, not all area of the world experience these kinds of changes. In fact, as an example, Australia has winter starting in June.

Getting to the prompt, let’s look at the poem and interpret what message you get and write a poem about December, or winter, or whatever comes to mind as we pay tribute to Cranch.

Here is my attempt at my version of December:

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