The year turns
An ending soon at hand
A beginning around the corner
Dark days
Short days
Sapping, tapping, grinding days
Look close
Look hard
The signs of summer
Are all around
The parks, gardens, forests
Not frozen
Just moving
At a slower pace
Change is there
For all to see
At the turn
A race begins
The pace picks up
Changes most dramatic
Taking place
Then summer will be here
Once more
Enjoy the cold
Dark, December days
For soon enough
They will be gone
