I stand in the shadows as it rains,
And the
dark clouds pass on by –
December is going with a smile,
Now I wait
for winter to cry!
The cornfields have turned brown,
And all the
ponds are frozen –
Again sweet December smiles,
A month that
winter has chosen!
In time the skies will surely clear,
Soon
January will sneak in –
Time has raced on by . . .
As a new
year comes once again!
It’s the last day of December . . .
But yester – year will I remember?
Epaphroditus© December 31, 2023