In December

There is a lull in the air As December descends quietly There is sudden flow of verve As flowers get soaked in dew silently The drooping grasses rise Expecting mild sun to appear From behind the sparse clouds When the mists make visibility clear Frozen stream tarries on The rugged passage to watch The trees standing tall silently by Its serrated sides for a very long stretch The carousal of birds has Fallen low over the meadows Evening falls early across the land With soft crimson hue and long shadows