December Sun

December’s sun sweeps up the grass
It does stun
Every hue every pigment
And what has it done
To eyes that can see and imagine below
Its great orb of gold and its Snow white halo
Which Spreads down the hill
In its wish to invite
Artists and poets and birds on the wing
To share in its blossoming spirit and bring
Great lumps of clouds whose edges are white
Float in magnificent blue seas
A bite
Of winter, encapsulates gardens galore
The barest of branches the golden
Adore
the light
Leaves soon to become
Leaf mold rich hummus
And boy
we need some!
Berries of crimson dance in the breeze
Out yonder huddled together the trees
Forming an inner warmth taking the bite
Out of the sails of Winter tonight

Written looking towards St Margarets in Hertfordshire