Mid December

Shades of gray, shadowed blues, darken the sky in winter hues. It is a calm before the storm awaiting cold, ice and snow reborn. Mid December chills the air frostbiting any who venture dares. Late spring and dry hot summers failed to quench the earth from its slumber. Frozen turf crunches beneath a walk and few creatures seen but for the hawk. Winter bides its time and place taking hold with boldly waste. Life flows, evolves and grows despite the falling of the snows. Cold and dark the season that brings joy for the best of reasons. Family gatherings and celebrations birth of a savior stirs gratitude and elation. Recall the hymns and sing the refrains because of Christmas, we have eternal life to gain.