DECEMBER SUN ....

                  

The December sun  feels,
Like a hand from heaven  
Wiping out the  deadly frost,
From the face of  the earth,
With its soft, warm touch.

The December Sun is, 
Like the first cool showers,

After a long spell of summer,
Reviving hope of life,
In the landscape everywhere. 

December Sun is, 
Like the offer of a good job,
To  an unemployed  youth
 Struggling to be self-dependent,

To realise his long-cherished dreams.
 

The December Sun  is, 
Like the gift of a warm blanket,
By a stranger to the homeless beggar,
Shivering  on the footpath,
 On a freezing, cold night.