20 Lines A Day – Poem about “December”


Oh December

You’re such a contradiction

Darkness falls early

on cold dreary days





And then

like magic

it begins

Slowly color appears

in the form of twinkling lights

frosted windows

glowing candles

up and down the street

Color speckled all around

like paint on the painters pallet

Crisp nights

the air is seasoned

with the smell of burning wood

And with children


even those who don’t like it

silently wish for a December snow fall

A beautiful white blanket

to cover the ground

and rooftops

And then

as quickly as it appears

and as December comes to an end

the colors begin to fade

and disappear

into the cold

dreary days

of winter


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