Memories of Sweet December

By the bank of the rousing river, there I sat down with my lover, painting time with gold and silver, hoping we would last forever. Christmas time was nearly coming. Time was ripe for love and giving. Nothing's more precious than her loving that I craved for long of having. The atmosphere was damp and misty, and the wind was swift and hasty. Though the night was cold and frosty, her charm was warm and feisty. She sang songs of ardent affection that drizzled dearly her deep devotion. My heart was filled with avid adoration as she stirred my enthralled emotion. Silver moon was shining so bright as she cuddled my arm so tight. My only wish was that her dear light would forever grace my sight. And if the spate of mournful misery will wash her mark in heaven's history, the glamor of her mystic mystery will always be in my minted memory. For I will always remember the light of her glowing ember; The golden times we spent together in the cold nights of December. November 14, 2022 November or December Quatrain Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger