In the Dark of December

In the dark ages when I was growing up one of my hobbies was memorizing poetry. I had a good memory and both my parents and my school encouraged this activity. I spent hours reading poems and memorizing ones I liked. A lot of the poems have faded from memory, but some remain. One of my favorites is "I Heard a Bird Sing," by Oliver Herford. I probably recite it to myself every day in December, and today was no exception.

  I heard a bird sing 

In the dark of December

A magical thing

And sweet to remember

 

'We are nearer to Spring

Than we were in September'

I heard a bird sing

In the dark of December

 

Though winter began last week, today felt truly like winter, especially once it grew dark after five. I was once again grateful for the gift of poetry and this sweet bird singing in the dark of December. 

 

As always, thanks for visiting. Take care and keep cozy!