When It's December Poem by Juan Olivarez

When it's December out, and the wind is cold,
Inside my blankets, myself I'll fold.

When the miserable drizzle, falls without,
My face sports a grimace and a pout.

Snug in my bed, dreaming of summertime,
Thinking that winter, should be made a crime.

Enjoying hot cocoa, with marshmallows afloat,
On a sea of brown, like miniature boats.

Yet nothing makes me blue, like a cold December day,
What I wouldn't give, just for one golden ray.

12/27/13 Alton Texas