"December"
By Meredith Black
O dark December night nasty,
Thy trees are casualties of cold;
Tonight's gusts, should they blow greatly,
Will claim the old.
A fox in the brush a mouse holds;
Soon he'll go to his den and dream.
Oh dark December night nasty,
Hasten the day, make the hours lean.
Make the slow day go by quickly.
Hearts earnestly covet Spring's mirth,
Give us our share; change Winter's scene.
Melt one snowfall by moon's first light;
By morning let flower buds appear;
Some below and some our trees' height.
Hurl the sun to the western sky;
Fill the land with Winter's goodbye.
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