I sat with chill December
And came the bleak of cold winds,
I look out of my window to see
The hushing silence of a drowsy rain,
The landscape wears a blanket of dry leaves & snowy flakes.
It's that time of the year to have a piece of gingerbread, while I hear the boiling of water in my tea pot.
Looking at the gloom of winter's darkening hours
I take a moment to turn and look around the year.
It feels just like a whirl around the sun.
In one chord of harmony with everything fair & fine.
In my tranquility of the moon, the stars & this frosty time
I let go this year in its own pace.
While awaiting to step into infinite new dawn.
- Swegan 🖋️
III
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