December

[16^th December 2018]

Eleven long and you arrived

With pomp and gaiety for all,

Through many you have strived,

'tis why you rise after fall.

Longing warmth for the solstice sun,

Allurement of the glazed moon,

These has only begun

To behold your divine tune.

Finding one with such symmetry,

Embracing even a piece,

A present to the free

Is a gift greater than peace.