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December : Mary Elizabeth [McGrath] Blake: Chill the night wind moans and sighs, On the sward the stubble dies; Slow across the meadows rank Float the cloud-rifts grim and dank; On the hill-side, bare and brown, Twilight shadows gather down,— ‘Tis December. : : ❄️🌨️❄️🌨️❄️🌨️❄️🌨️❄️🌨️ ❄️🌨️ Stark and gaunt the naked trees Wrestle with theContinue reading “December : Mary Elizabeth [McGrath] Blake : : December Poems: : Months Poems : :”