DECEMBER


 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.


                 Keith Garrett