December Rain

And the green and the blue fade into a sea of misty grey

like a veil of blanc from a snowy storm

Darkness looms as the last ray recedes

A weary sun retreats after a long day of battle

The raindrop drums on ceaselessly

on panes bearing crystal pearls

making the prettiest snowman possible, without paint

Then the clattering of his pots and pans began

with occasional scent of char from his infrequent wokking

And the gaiety of children’s laughter filled the air

The night dances in glistering lights

Darkness basked in shimmering gold

I sat curling in my couch

savoring every bit of  everything

feeling blissful and warm

under the icy weepy moon

without fireplace and fir

P/s : It’s good to have the Dad cook us dinner on a cold and rainy night