Musings and Mutterings, Poetry

Merry December

All is merry, all is bright, in this month of shortened light. Soon the season will turn again and Winter shall enter the Northern lands. Darkness falls, the chill runs through, all is slumbering, all seems still. The cracking trees, the icy lakes, the rustling leaves in Autumn's wake. Yet in this time, so bleak… Continue reading Merry December