December
December
A crisp “good morning”,
air you could slice,
petrified leaf mould,
puddles of ice.
Consolated trees
decked with glist and lustre
frosted fruity gems
in cold-huddled cluster.
Autumn shakes hands
with Winters cold fingers,
puffing the feathers
of bird Carol singers.
2 comments:
Oooooo! Beautiful!!!
I loved this...and the berry bush looks frosted for Christmas..
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