When the December comes

When the December comes   

and the wind circles past you like a hawk,   think of the  warmth of  

friends and good tidings of others.   

Think of the year gone not as time lost   

but as life that has been lived   

and more to be lived .  

We are just sojourners here  

and so in the cold of night   

pick and follow the star of your choice,   a new adventure awaits you.