Did you know

I am December

A dear middle sister of

January and November

I’m cold

Sometimes wet

What a combo

I like

To forget

How cold I am

Because those cheery people

Celebrate when I come

And complain about me

In the same breath

It’s distracting

To all my brother and sister months

I am the oldest

And the youngest

All rolled into one

Sometimes I get painted as

Red or green

Where does the red come from?

Those who

Color me red

Have never seen me

In my truest form

My endless self

All around

Before even father sun is up

Untouched white

As far as the eye can see

And farther

That’s me

December

December, Owl, 3/24/06