Descend

Chris Bodor
Florida, USA

December descends while
November disappears into the horizon
Weather worn scarecrows know
about the migration of snowbirds.

The hands of the clocks
tumble down the dark hole
while wrinkled work hands
with bloody knuckles
harvest crops.

Cucumbers become pickles
down in the root cellar
On Main Street gold plated plastic
is marked-up by wise merchandisers.

Cold turkeys get stuffed
on Last Meals of turnips, creamed onions, apologies
Underneath a hibernation blanket
a nation descends into December.