December

by Brooke Mason   Sep 23, 2006


Soft frost blanketing the ground of
December's wake
Such a month of miracles, December
month of love

The air is always crisp and
the snow fresh with
a sparkling glare upon the earth
such a lovely site

Ice covers the streets
and larks sing in trees
to the song of winter and wonder
to the song of December

Stars speckling the sky and kissing
the snow-covered earth
below them
to show brilliance and splendor

December
a month of miracles and
of love
a month I'll always remember

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