December
December, your cold and joyful full days
Enchant even the old bare and brittle, gnarled limbs.
Your stirring snow fall round and round with wings
Vestal shine faintly wavering with sun's gold rays.
A breeze, a kiss, entices a craze icy swim.
Fickle reception among festive days
Surrendering to perpetual winter;
Amid cool nights and the celebration of his son birth
My spirit's pureness admires and sings praise.
1/3/2020
Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2020
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