December Afternoon

A December Afternoon It was a cold day clouds big as icebergs looked like pregnant cattle seeking the sun but were dragged away by the mordant winter wind. Normally clouds are great performers they can do drawings on the blue sky and paint faces and look like castles and animals, all depending on your mood, the size of the cloud and the strengths of the wind. For without the wind clouds are helpless, drifting on sky-ocean like Mary Celeste, a ship abandoned while the dinner in the galley was still hot, salt beef and dumplings and caramel pudding, - I made the pudding up.- Far for me to moralise, but all I want for Christmas is You.