december

I've been
through a few Decembers.
some
I remember well,
others I've blocked
off,
and want to forget.
using socks
as mittens
comes to mind,
as does
slipping on a bed
of black
ice with a ropeless sled,
with dull runners.
this one's open
for interpretation.
what's it going to be,
rain
and snow.
a pounding of sleet,
a cold lock down
inside
with the schools closed
and the bread
gone from the shelves?
or a bright sunny
stretch
of strange warm
weather
with a blue bird
on the sill.