December First

Autumn prepares to make its bow
As December takes the stage
With evergreen and holly crown
And bonfires ablaze

The cloak of winter deep and white
With whispered grace arrives
While all good folks abide long nights
As snow falls on the pines

Let not the darkness weight your brow
Do light your lamps ablaze
For soon the Solstice will arrive
To return the longer days

-gws

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