POETRY: “December” by Cameron Morse

A lawn of fallen leaves
glints like the Bronze Age.

Shadows carve the dark
out of their own

the likeness of a piano leg,

of wood carried in

from the dwindling pile
of sunlight.

Hay bale gold spindles
the grassy patio edge

and the green bud,
like a case of mistaken

identity, refutes
our memories of December.

Cameron Morse taught and studied in China. Diagnosed with a glioblastoma in 2014, he holds an M.F.A. from the University of Missouri—Kansas City and lives with his wife Lili and son Theodore in Blue Springs, Missouri. His poems have been or will be published in over 100 different magazines, including New Letters, Bridge Eight, South Dakota Review, I-70 Review and TYPO. His first collection, Fall Risk, is available from Glass Lyre Press.