December

 This is the month when hills turn white,
When scattered barns hold candle light,
At four in the afternoon!

When fields lie sown with gleaming grain,
When trees stand washed in silver rain,
In the light of the Long Night moon.

This is the month when apple boughs
Crook elbows north and the orchard mouse
Sleeps tail wrapped, small and warm.

When chimneys smoke on back road places,
And children wait with dreamy faces,
The eve when the Child was born.

~Enki Grade Two Poetry :: author unknown

Each month, Willow is putting a poem in a little practice book.  They're seasonal poems, and so far, we have used ones that are titled for the months.  October was a piper, November was a spinner. . . I like that.  It feels tidy to me, but it's also fun to see what joys each of the months bring.  This is her poem for December and it has been wonderful to see snow while she is working on it.  I guess South of here, they got a even more snow.  This was the perfect kind, sticking to every twig and leaf, just right for snowballs.  There is more in the forecast for Tuesday and I am looking forward to it.