The Long Shadows of December
Sunlight in December
Is always late evening.
From early morn’ ‘til twilight
The yellow sun burns orange
Changing only in hue.
It is brief in the sky,
But wonderous and pleasant.
The crisp air on a still day
Glows upon the landscape.
Long shadows grace the ground.
Bare trees grant splinters of light
Illuminating that which
Should be umbra covered.
Stillness in the autumn
Whispers a warm quiet peace.
As winter threatens approach
The calendar commands
For our preparation.
The growing cold and coming
Darkness warns of nearing need
For shelter and hoarding.
But the warm light with its
Mesmerizing hushed shadows
Lure us into deep slumber
Relaxing our better wisdom.