December
Drifting down to us as pearly flakes,
Ever drifting like a silver dream,
Comes that special time when faces gleam;
Earth‘s populace with good will awakes!
Merry is this end time of the year.
Bright are memories we make and keep.
Ermine-covered, nature goes to sleep.
Regardless, festivity draws near!
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2015
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