Snow covered mountain tops, wind blowing ever so cold,
Leaves of yesterday falling into Winter, trees of emptiness.
Storms of many coming to life, traveling the skies of life,
Raindrops one by one then many at a time, down they fall.
There’s a chill that awakes settling into the nights of the season,
Icy roads, lonely they seem stretching endlessly Into the distance.
Fog moves in from the ocean creeping, floating across the land,
Creating an eerie scene of what Winter can be, most haunting.
On the move are those wanting this most joyous season,
A time of togetherness, a time of love and celebration for all.
DECEMBER, THIS IS DECEMBER.