Four Thirty

Four thirty on the clock and the sun hides behind a hazy misty clock winter chill lay on the ground in frosty trees flocked. The unseen setting sun plays hide and seek with clouds on the run racing to the falling light as darkness comes. Day light savings time looms bringing the night early in late afternoon when flowers no longer try to bloom. Winter makes it's entrance well contrived cold and damp is all it revives when life slows it's pace and still is alive. The hour early, the night long and cold, embrace the thought and memories of old as Christmas celebrated by the stories told.