December

It's cold outside,the trees are bare
It's so quiet it can almost scare

The wind is blowing
Winter's showing

The cold stings our skin
Like a soft mist cold but thin

It looks so lifeless outside
There is nothing but gray clouds in the sky

December is cold and snowy
And to some it is longed for and hurried

The grounds are white with snow
One reason we can't wait for Winter to show

With whatever Winter brings
December is a joyous thing