the shorter the day, the longer the night
the longer the night, the stronger the longing
December, you know so little of what you’ve done
your presence, in spite of our friendly formality
invokes holiness, inspires hymns
eliminates hesitation, illuminates the darkness inside
December, the mysterious, worldly girl
one cannot help but love.
violently vibrant, full of warmth
like that of the hearth before which i dream
we could share an evening
you rarely declare, but merely suggest
that i follow your wind-like whims
December has captivated the child of the summer
unknowingly and so improbably, but completely.