This wet December,
rain washes out the old year.
Bring an umbrella.

Black, gray, blue, and brown:
khakis come in all colors
except the bright ones.

Trucks in the twilight
spill their pale, pathetic beams
onto the asphalt.

When at the movies,
“Willy Wonka” terrifies.
“Gremlins” simply charms.

Christmas exhausts me.
Its dense parade produces
a good exhaustion.

Friends and family
bask in the warm company
of one another.

A broadsword, a shield,
a bow and arrows, courage,
a kingdom to save.

December raindrops
replace December snowflakes.
Yay! No shoveling!

A small space heater
placed at just the right angle
attracts cold kittens.