by Benjamin F. Leggett
(photos taken during a December snow in 2010)
With snowy locks December stands
'Mid sleet and storm; his wasted hands
A frosty scepter grasp and hold;
His frame is bent, his limbs are old;
His bearded lips are iced and pale;
He shivers in the winter gale.
Come then, O day of warm heart-cheer,
Make glad the waste and waning year,
While old December shivering goes
To rest beneath the drifted snows!
Thanks for another year.
ReplyDeleteYour posts are always something I look forward to.
Wishing you much love and laughter for Christmas,
and the bright, shiny New Year. Hugs.....Angela
Hugs across the miles ol friend, may the Blessings of Christmas be yours.
ReplyDelete"His bearded lips are iced and pale"? Sounds like me when I worked on the farm! have a good Christmas, Sue and Larry. It was great to meet you both this year and hope it won't be long till next time.
ReplyDeleteLovely photos, Sue! Quite a grim (written) picture of December, but to be honest, February is the one I always worry about.
ReplyDeleteHere, our recent 1.5 feet of snow has nearly vanished after 2 very warm days, but it is now very cold again...8F last time I looked. The prediction is cold but open for several days, and I'm beginning to wonder if I have time to fetch more lumber for a project before the next big snow. Such topsy-turvy weather!
Happy Christmas to you and yours :)