December ,,,by Donna Earle

December days are crystal ones,and golden ones with turquoise suns.
and falling snow,and nights that glow
as people run.
Run to joy ,a girl ,a boy,
And time is slow.
Days are strange and blue and cold,
Morning shines with frost so bold.
Midnight sings outloud and clear,
Its carols oh so old.
The stars up in an inky sky are wise
So wise...so much more than I.
The forest nights ,December bright,
Are lit by colored spheres,
Faries,elves and sprites of air
Have made their frost homes there.
December crackles and it sings
The lights or joy are lit,
The bells ring out in city streets,
Take joy where you find it.

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December..by Donna Earle December days are crystal ones,and golden ones with turquoise suns. and falling snow,and nights that glow as people run. Run to joy ,a girl ,a boy, And time is slow. Days are strange and blue and cold, Morning shines with frost so bold. Midnight sings outloud and clear, Its carols oh so old. The stars up in an inky sky are wise So wise...so much more than I. The forest nights ,December bright, Are lit by colored spheres, Faries,elves and sprites of air Have made their frost homes there. December crackles and it sings The lights or joy are lit, The bells ring out in city streets, Take joy where you find it.