[stylist] Red December

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> On Dec 2, 2017, at 21:06, Linda Lambert via stylist <stylist at nfbnet.org> wrote:
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> Hi Writing Friends at NFB,
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> I am announcing that my poem, "Red December," was selected for publication
> in an international anthology.
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> I Won  A PLACE 
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> IN THE PROVERSE POETRY PRIZE ANTHOLOGY 2017
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> ("Mingled Voices 2")
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> This is a Hong Kong (China) publication and I was waiting for this good
> news. I just had a "feeling" my work would be included.
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> I REALLY wanted this! I think I might just celebrate with a nice hot cup of
> Red Rose Tea tonight.
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> Here is my winning poem:
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> Red December
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> New-fallen snow glimmers in pre-dawn darkness
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> slender red barberries dangle from thin bare branches
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> I shuffle my feet, dig in to feel solid ground 
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> near the place where my Father's red roses
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> are surrounded by pillows of snow
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> slumbering safe in dark red December.  
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> My heavy suede boots part the snow
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> It's too early for the red cardinals 
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> "Where do they go at night?"
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> A sharp wind makes me huddle deeper into my bright
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> red boucle' jacket 
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> while my two dogs search random trails  
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> follow the long marks, meander downhill.
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> On a crisp day in mid-December 
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> I desire red raspberry jam on warm toast
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> Linger by the tall pampas grass
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> weighted down to the ground with icy snow
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> I think of strawberry Sundays with whipped cream
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> I recall wearing Neiman Marcus Red lipstick and
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> dancing all night in
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> hot red stilettos and tight blue jeans.
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> We turn around - for the return home
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> the dogs circle in the frozen pachysandra patches
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> stiff, brown-green  shrunken leaves.
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> In memories I see my neighbor walking to her car
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> she wears a cranberry red hat, worsted red wool coat, flat, scarlet red
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> carries a true-red leather handbag like the one I bought last Sunday.
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> I watched her from the upstairs window.
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> In her 80s, she revealed how to live a gallant life.
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> No cars pass us on the country road  this morning in red December
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> Where it is perpetual winter.
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> Lynda McKinney Lambert
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> www.lyndalambert.com
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