Dilute to Taste

December tastes of waiting

Of anticipating the glow

When resting joys resurface

 For festive roundello 

The tree stands decked in borrowed light

Resplendent once again

Each sparkle born of memories

Each image harlequin

Then all too soon the burnish fades

The coziness unwinds

The taste of waiting Winter

Dims lustre from our minds

We pack our dreams in cotton wool

And put them somewhere warm

Where time looks on them gently

And shelters them from storm

We taste the winds of in between

And live our lives placating

For all too soon we find ourselves

In the the month that tastes of waiting