In Winter
When I was but a growing boy
I counted days until December
Thoughts of presents brought me joy;
Christ's birthday was in winter.
The years passed. Winter joy decreased,
for fun and sunshine come in summer,
Love arrives in spring! At least
my birthday was in winter.
I met my love one January;
she for whom my heart had yearned.
We celebrate each February-
she was born in winter.
I've walked now many years on earth
and though each month has special worth
and celebrates its own new birth-
my favorites come in winter.
Written 26 Dec 2020
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