December Doggerel

A few snared mementos that helped to inspire today's poem...

The deep of dark dawns early, drawn across dusk’s stark tableau

It nestles over daybreak like a slowly waning throw

Unveiling sweet December’s day, a gift of old made new

Wrapped in thin scarves of blush and gray and frosty baby blue

It weaves its welkin ribbons though trees doffed of leafy sigh

And lavishes the landscape with the color of the sky

It revels in the frigid thrill of tinsel countryside

It dazzles us where diamonds spill to leave us starry eyed

...and mesmerized, where nature’s never-ceasing hallelu

Leave us breathless with wonder at what only God can do

His beauty breaks all barriers to kindle humble awe

On hearths of heart and soul as we behold time’s seasoned law

…and thank God for tea-kettles pouring fresh-steeped luxury

For hats, mittens and slippers, for fat books of poetry

For home-sweet home, a poem that transcends the scope of ink

For children filling sleds with laughter and cheeks rosy pink

For pots of hot and hearty soup for hungry girl and boy

For Christmas carols tuning lips with glad tidings of joy

For stars that fall and frill each sprig with sparkle-dust run wild

For toil that turns to worship as we ponder the Christ-child

There's something so nostalgic in the fluff of fresh snowfalls  

Something still so old-fashioned in the way it decks earth's halls

Reminding us that, though so much in this old world seems strange

Beneath the kind Creator's touch still much will never change 

December is the perfect way to close another year

A white rose on a volume of echoes of smile and tear

Cacophony of blue jay scolding nuthatch and junco

A symphony of footsteps muffled by fresh-fallen snow

© Janet Martin