A man sits alone in front of the fire, While he watches the world around him. He hears the cracking flames, Resembling his fate. He sees the moon, a brilliant yellow, Against the dark, deep purple sky. Cats and rats meet, With their red eyes blazing. Rabbits run, late for home, As they are watched by wolves anxious for the hunt.
Bears sleep to their hearts' content, While streams of ice flow.
Trees look in wonder, As the birds fly overhead. And once again, the man sits alone, Waiting, waiting for the year to end. In early months, our eager eyes, Filled with joy, look to the skies. We've long forgotten summer days Of swimming and the hot sun's rays. December holds a magic feeling Of one magic word revealing.