Songs of the Seers

Dear December

Dear December,

Frigid are your days and night,
Yet when comes sun warm
Filled are the hours with warm light.

Often you make us freeze 
With your cold chilly breeze…
And how we wait to go to our abode 
Where love and gratitude hoard.

We love you to the core
As we hear your winter lore…

For me, Dear December 
You bring hope.
Tough times do pass 
You teach us to cope.

Do come again, dear December…
And give us another chance
To recollect the year gone…
In dance and prance!

shristee