December Poem by Rich Harney

December, white December
hurry January too,
turn the north, it's ghost import,
turn the icy dew.

Arctic footmen wander
down a northern lane,
play a howling, hoary tune
on my windowpane.

Snowman dapper, top hat blue
boast a carrot nose,
footless under round about
belly, button bows.

Hail! the frozen sentinel
'tilthe melting breeze, ,
last until a February
metamorphosis.

Pause the cherry yuletide days,
toast the merry eves.
Then a nimble sleigh ride
to see what march has up her sleeve!