In December...(Sonnet)

In December, as the snow falls to ground With a supernatural slowness, I Dwell in dream time where subtle sights and sounds Abound. I can sense the wind's solemn sighs. Yet tonight's moonlight gleams with golden hopes, And promises, for one and all it seems. I still yearn for things beyond mortal scope, And sometimes, the eternal design's seeds Plant themselves in my heart and mind. Advent Is a wondrous time, when a blithe spirit Of true enchantment; that is heaven sent, Comes down to earth. O on its brief visit, It lightens our burdens and eases our woes! Sometimes, it can be glimpsed in the falling snow.