“December’s Flowers”   

 ~By Amanda Mae Watters~

Standing tall,
Open and bright,
amidst the grass,
beneath the golden sun's light.

Life was joyful,
Skies of clear,
Unknowing of the grief
that was near.

Suddenly the bitter, sharp winds
cut past my leaves;
The snow began to fall
in forceful, heavy heaves.

Once raised tall
in the warm joy of the sun,
Now came a December
and my bloom it was done.

I lived through the seasons unchanging
and failing to remember,
that in this life
there always comes a December.

Blowing in with the rains,
followed grief and sorrow;
Keeping me alive
was the hope of a new t'morrow.

December came quickly,
as most of them will,
And as it trickled away,
a spring came still.

With the spring,
arose life.
And the sun came through,
announcing like a fife.

Through the remnants of snow
melting in the sun,
I broke through the earth once more,
opening as a bloom more beautiful than before.

New life may not come forth
until the old life ceases.
Decembers can break us,
but our Father melds the pieces.