December

December's cold breath has began to blow Its dark cape casting long nights And heralds another cold dark winter. Cold rain lashing windswept streets With hunched shoppers scurrying to and fro. Bare trees with stark vertical branches Like some cast iron fingers Pointing towards a dark cloudy sky. Once golden leaves now dark brown Trodden underfoot, now clogging paths. Swollen rivers now sweeping branches Along their winding highways, Rushing towards the wide open sea. River banks breaking away. The full force of natures mighty hand. The climate is changing, forever. Winters will become colder, Windier, wetter with more flooding. Nature is reminding us That we have to live in harmony. December is that month to reflect.