• consolata 6w

    Another Ember

    The end of November,
    Can be called a post ember,
    Because we sit to remember,
    How life is going to be in December.

    Christmas time is coming,
    As it does but once a year,
    So we move with our peer,
    Thinking about what to get for our dear.

    From the Lily came the rose,
    From the bush the cedar,
    From the judge the pleader,
    From the saint the feeder.

    The last ember survives,
    It ends up being the standing ember,
    Surviving with loud shouts of glee,
    Into a New year's Eve with no ember.