Thursday, January 27, 2011
December ,,,by Donna Earle
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.