Rhyme Time Iii Winter's December

Shades of gray, shaded shadowed blues, darken the sky in wintry hues, it is a calm before the storm news awaiting cold, ice and snow reborn. Mid- December chills the air forlorn frostbiting any who venture there in scorn where spring and dry hot summers were once adorn yet fail to quench the earth from its sleepy slumber. Frozen crunches beneath the oaken lumber expose creatures seen in the hawk's mighty plunder, winter bides its time and place in rumbles of thunder taking hold with boldly haste. Life flows, evolves and hurries as if in chase despite the falling of the snows upon our race, cold and dark the season soon is erased that brings us joy for the best of reasons. Family gatherings and celebrations of the season in birth of a savior, gratitude, faith and elation teasing, recall the hymns and sing the refrains most pleasing because of Christmas, we have eternal life anew. 12/10/17