December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory..." It overwhelms me as I'm sitting on the terrace, watching trees covered in dense fog, a sudden burst of realization in the middle of the night. I can't help it and I can't stop it and sometimes it hurts...but I am learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking . I am learning to make things nice for myself and for others. To comfort my own heart when I wake up. "Will my love be true as December frost, or fickle and fall like the rose in June? To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky , in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk on an early morning in December, or a handwritten letter to an old friend, simply saying, I thought of you, hope you are okay.
Oh December...you meant so much to me!!! Now is the time for fresh starts, Oh December.... evergreen, frost, wood smoke, cinnamon and coffee...makes you perfect.
"Your immaculate coldness, makes me feel warm, it's never over..."
The month of December In the mist of fog I use to see Few shivering shadows, everyday One such day The sun came out And right in that moment I thought and captured the heat of the sun in a bottle And, I thought let me give some peace and sunshine To those sitting in cold..." |
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