December- Winters have Arrived
Winter is one of the four seasons in the Northern Hemisphere, where it takes place from the beginning of December to the beginning of March. It is the coldest time of year because it is when the Northern Hemisphere points away from the sun. It is also the season with the least daylight hours. "Nature is so fantastic! December is a winter month in which nature is as mesmerizing as in other season; Enjoy it. Let winters make us happy!"
December- Winters have Arrived
According to the Encyclopedia Britannica, the word winter comes from an old Germanic word for “time of water,” a reference to the heavy rain and snow happening at this time of year. The earth's spin axis is tilted with respect to its orbital plane. This is what causes the seasons. When the earth's axis points towards the sun, it is summer for that hemisphere. When the earth's axis points away, winters' arrival is expected.
"Winters have arrived" is a statement that acknowledges the start of winter. Winter is the cold season that occurs between autumn and spring. In the Northern Hemisphere, winter is generally considered to begin on the winter solstice, which is the shortest day of the year, and end on the vernal equinox, which is the day when the length of day and night are equal. In the Northern Hemisphere, Winter is commonly regarded as extending from the winter solstice (year's shortest day), December 21 or 22, to the vernal equinox (day and night equal in length), March 20 or 21, and in the Southern Hemisphere from June 21 or 22 to September 22 or 23.
"Winter is the time for comfort, for good food and warmth, for the touch of a friendly hand and for a talk beside the fire: it is the time for home." "He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winters too". "Cuffing season" describes the phenomenon of wanting to couple up for the winter. This instinct is based in how we evolved to stay warm as a species. Even in the age of modern technology, we still enjoy using body heat to warm up. Snow, bare trees, overarching sky. A simple world. And in that simplicity is elegance, purity and a sparseness that no other season shows. To know winter is to know an elemental time of no distractions and nothing extraneous.
"Winter is coming" is an euphemism for 'troubled times are ahead' (read death). Being Stark words they convey a sense of foreboding, acting, as a way of life to be lived, always careful, keeping loved ones near and being ready for the worst. Winter may be a harder, harsher time of year, but it is necessary for growth. It gives us time for rest; even the snow nourishes the soil, allowing plants to grow stronger and more abundant. Without Winter, we miss that necessary rebuilding period of our year.
The "Winter Blues" is a common name for experiencing a low mood in the winter months. Shorter days, gloomy weather forecasts and cold temperatures affect more than what we choose to wear each day; it can also play havoc with how we feel. The stillness of the frozen air heightens each of the senses, making the little details of a glimmering blanket of snow or a cardinal's song even more inspiring. Though the days are the shortest, they are still filled with natural wonder.
Lets enjoy some Wonderful Poetry with regards to December
December by Ina Donna Coolbrith
Now the summer all is over!
We have wandered through the clover,
We have plucked in wood and lea
Blue-bell and anemone.
We were children of the sun,
Very brown to look upon:
We were stainéd, hands and lips,
With the berries' juicy tips.
And I think that we may know
Where the rankest nettles grow,
And where oak and ivy weave
Crimson glories to deceive.
Now the merry days are over!
Woodland-tenants seek their cover,
And the swallow leaves again
For his castle-nests in Spain.
Shut the door, and close the blind:
We shall have the bitter wind,
We shall have the dreary rain
Striving, driving at the pane.
Send the ruddy fire-light higher;
Draw your easy chair up nigher;
Through the winter, bleak and chill,
We may have our summer still.
Here are poems we may read,
Pleasant fancies to our need:
Ah, eternal summer-time
Dwells within the poet's rhyme!
All the birds' sweet melodies
Linger in these songs of his;
And the blossoms of all ages
Waft their fragrance from his pages.
The Shepherds Calendar - December by John Clare
While snow the window-panes bedim,
The fire curls up a sunny charm,
Where, creaming o'er the pitcher's rim,
The flowering ale is set to warm;
Mirth, full of joy as summer bees,
Sits there, its pleasures to impart,
And children, 'tween their parent's knees,
Sing scraps of carols o'er by heart.
And some, to view the winter weathers,
Climb up the window-seat with glee,
Likening the snow to falling feathers,
In fancy infant ecstasy;
Laughing, with superstitious love,
O'er visions wild that youth supplies,
Of people pulling geese above,
And keeping Christmas in the skies.
As tho' the homestead trees were drest,
In lieu of snow, with dancing leaves,
As tho' the sun-dried martin's nest,
Instead of ickles, hung the eaves,
The children hail the happy day -
As if the snow were April's grass,
And pleas'd, as 'neath the warmth of May,
Sport o'er the water froze as glass.
A Calendar of Sonnets: December by Helen Hunt Jackson
The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
The brook its frozen architecture makes,
And under bridges white its swift way takes.
Snow comes and goes as messenger who dreamed
Might linger on the road; or one who deemed
His message hostile gently for their sakes
Who listened might reveal it by degrees.
We gird against the cold of winter wind
Our loins now with mighty bands of sleep,
In longest, darkest nights take rest and ease,
And every shortening day, as shadows creep
O'er the brief noontide, fresh surprises find.
December Moon by May Sarton
Before going to bed
After a fall of snow
I look out on the field
Shining there in the moonlight
So calm, untouched and white
Snow silence fills my head
After I leave the window.
Hours later near dawn
When I look down again
The whole landscape has changed
The perfect surface gone
Criss-crossed and written on
where the wild creatures ranged
while the moon rose and shone.
why did my dog not bark?
Why did I hear no sound
There on the snow-locked ground
In the tumultuous dark?
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow.
In drear nighted December,
Too happy, happy tree,
Thy branches ne’er remember
Their green felicity —
The north cannot undo them
With a sleety whistle through them
Nor frozen thawings glue them
From budding at the prime.
In drear nighted December,
Too happy, happy brook,
Thy bubblings ne’er remember
Apollo’s summer look;
But with a sweet forgetting,
They stay their crystal fretting,
Never, never petting
About the frozen time.
Ah! would ’twere with so many
A gentle girl and boy —
But were there ever any
Writh’d not of passing joy?
The feel of not to feel it,
Where there is none to heal it
Nor numbed sense to steel it,
Was never said in rhyme.
There's a lot I haven't said,
This cold December eve
There's a lot that you don't know,
This cold December Eve
There's a lot of things I wish I hadn't done,
This cold December Eve
There's a lot I want to tell you,
This cold December eve
There's a lot of things I wish you knew,
This cold December eve
There's a lot I still must do,
On this cold Christmas Eve
But you're the only one that I'll hold close,
On this cold Christmas Eve
So Merry Christmas my love,
On this cold December Eve
You have again made your way in,
Cold and beautiful.
You are December,
And I love you.
Despite the seasonal celebration,
I know you to be more.
You are calm,
You allow me to slow,
To envelope the tranquility I crave.
Your winds, December, though cold,
Allow me to feel the life in my cheeks,
And if I’m lucky,
It too will bring the sweetness
Of some distant firewood.
I welcome your snow, December.
So that I may sit wrapped in wool,
By candlelight,
The dog having nestled in as well,
Watching the frozen rain accumulate
On the branches of the birch and oak.
Though I live in the city,
I dream of loving you December,
Even more – if I were in nature.
Then I would feel closer to you,
As a lover may feel,
Or perhaps a mother to a child.
I would know, I think, how to
More fully know why I am in love
With you.
And being with you, December,
Brings me to life.
December nights are different than the rest
In December I lie awake and listen to Christmas songs
In December I lie awake finding presents for my loved ones
In December I lie awake thinking about what I'll cook over the holidays
Why can't every month be December?
Till The End Of December by Timur Shamatov
It’s been said that I couldn’t do it,
Go without a nut till the end of December.
The whispers growing louder as
The bets are growing higher,
Cause no one trust the line that
Timur has given up the nut,
Ah, let me check... yes
From the mid of November.
Am I crazy to play this game?
Cause I’m as weak as any other man.
And what can be better then a nut on
A cold morning in mid of December?
And oh my god there’s so many nuts,
Of every shape, size and color
But ****** I’m a man and I can
Give up a nut till the end of December.
But you better believe it
That the day after The Cold Sad December,
Your boy is going crazy to celebrate
The End Of No Nut December.
