Oh I remember December:
The pivot bridge of snow underfoot
Small tingle breath of cold up your leg
Closed-door twisting crunch of passing cars
Walking and walking (maybe rabbits)
This is just as good a time as any:
to focus deeply on love
to warm our deepest, wintry heart of hearts
to point North toward peace
It is not violator month. It is not cold corrupt.
It is December: bright quiet window open for the world.