I reflect often, and as the year ends, I, more than ever, mentally recap the seasons. I find little coincidence the changes that occur in December, past and what will be, hold much weight.

Just an idle piece of dabble.

We stared into the sun together
And spoke as though our sight would last forever,
But when came the night, I saw you kept one hand up
against even sweet shine of the gentle moon
As fed I my stars boldly to the dark.
Now I dream sunsets, (those we saw)
Your hand in mine, (readied for adventure)
Our words in unison, (I meant them all) and
Keep eyes closed to blot that black
Is all that’s left my sight to see.