December

Alabaster snowflakes scattered over Brindled patches of frozen forest floor Cover Autumn's fragmented tapestry. December fluffs up Winter's white duvet, Eager to embrace the bitter cold and Fierce winds, snug in a thick blanket of snow. Gone are the crinkled crimson and gold leaves, Hidden under a glistening coat, an Icy glaze that sparkles like diamond dust. Jesus, it's said, was born in December, Kindling the celebration of Christmas. Long nights and short days bring families close, Marking this as a festive time of year. Night skies are encrusted with twinkling stars Offset by the deep ebony of space. Pines and cedars remain green year-round, so Quail and Partridge shelter in their branches. Ravens caw, illustrating the profound Starkness of Nature's hypnotic beauty, They feel compelled to give voice to their awe. Under crystalline skies of cackling blue, Vistas of evergreen contrast with the Washed-out monochrome landscape and faded Xerox copies of an elapsed moment. Yet, such pristineness is what fuels our Zeal, to confront Winter on Her own terms.