Awakening

Winter came without warning
on Wednesday morning
while time slipped through my hands.
Like a north wind I could not hold,
I welcomed December in the cold
before hearing the word on the street.
"Fall is gone,"
or so I was told by leaves that went skipping by
like children running through the grass past Christmas lights,
boasting,"Tis the season to be jolly!" and awakening
in my heart the celebration of a new born King.