Wood creaks from feeling tired and old,
The wind whistles its song of cold,
The winter of her life comes and goes,
As she hopes for spring to unfold.

But she still remains December...

The snow trickles like a trail of tears,
As she waits for years and years,
Hoping to see through the fog and find the clear,
She hides away all of her fears.

There is an anticipation that soon she would discover herself within the embers...

The fire burns as the chill settles in,
She feels its bitterness all over her brittle skin,
As icicles pierce from within,
In fire she finds her ironic twin.

This feeling is a time where all she has to do is remember...

She glides on the ice she has made,
Building up her castle of light and shade,
Her hail strikes like an invincible sword blade,
Her presence will never fade.

Because she is December...


Now read between the lines:
But she still remains December,
There is an anticipation that soon she would discover herself within the embers,
This feeling is a time where all she has to do is remember,
Because she is December.....

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