Nearly December as we get ready for Winter and cold,

The trees becoming less dressed, leaves dropping to the ground.

Cold and chilly visits our nights as the sun drifts further away,

A wood pile ready for the season, a fireplace that glows will be a scene.

Candles of many colors shining light upon the nights, peaceful times,

The wind can be heard beyond the windows, into the hills surrounding.

Slippers and a robe for warmth in the dark and at mornings light,

Snow on the mountain tops such a Winter sight, shadows and cold.

A sleigh ride through the snowy woods, everything still and quiet,

Some deer are noticed in the distance, they wander off through the trees.

Taking a walk dressed in clothes made for the seasons cold,

My thoughts of Winter are a dream to be realized, they come to life.

Keith Garrett