December - Winter Gratitude
Cold arrived this morning, biting cold.
The sleet too, driving without a care
Into each and every exposed fold
Of flesh – save that snug with fur or hair.
Chilling the ear, tip of nose and lips
also fingers, toes and, in my case, hips.
It’s winter
So this weather marks the winter’s start?
Yet solstice remains some weeks away.
Sky watchers have autumn in their heart!
But surely it’s all merely wordplay.
It’s cold, snow lies, decorations are up
And spiced wine’s been splashed into my cup!
It is winter.
Seasons have rolled – twelve months are now old.
I’ll not mull on poor thoughts from the year.
No, each moment is gilded with gold.
Fond memories - I’ll shed not a tear.
Surely the year can only be viewed
With an attitude of gratitude.
The sleet too, driving without a care
Into each and every exposed fold
Of flesh – save that snug with fur or hair.
Chilling the ear, tip of nose and lips
also fingers, toes and, in my case, hips.
It’s winter
So this weather marks the winter’s start?
Yet solstice remains some weeks away.
Sky watchers have autumn in their heart!
But surely it’s all merely wordplay.
It’s cold, snow lies, decorations are up
And spiced wine’s been splashed into my cup!
It is winter.
Seasons have rolled – twelve months are now old.
I’ll not mull on poor thoughts from the year.
No, each moment is gilded with gold.
Fond memories - I’ll shed not a tear.
Surely the year can only be viewed
With an attitude of gratitude.