December
I like the coolness of December
The flickering sun behind the clouds
The need to wear my sweater.
I like the aloneness of the grey sky
The wind against my face
The birds as they fly.
I like the giving to those I love
The finding of their special gifts
The wrappings of and secrets of.
I like the songs of the season
The memories that they bring
The feeling, the real meaning.
Debra