A December Sonnet

When winter wraps itself round my body
There is no escape from its icy touch;
No place to hide when out in the city,
No safe refuge when it becomes too much.
Minds turn to spring when life begins once more
As buds begin to show themselves again;
Blossoms hold promise of riches galore
Bountiful hope for all women and men.
Summer then seems just a short leap away:
The open blue sky, the glorious sun,
Outdoor adventures that last all the day,
So many opportunities for fun.
Though winter’s at hand, it’s never been here;
Eternal summer is what makes us freer.

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