Now let the weather do its worst,
With frost and sleet and blowing,
Rage like a beldam wild and curst,
And have its fill of snowing.
Now let the ice in savage vise
Grip meadow, brook, and branches,
Down from the north pour winter forth
In roaring avalanches.

Never Have I felt a December
So cold, so lonely.
The walk along the lake,
That changed a fate
The stumble in the snow,
I didn’t let go.

So tired of all the memories 
It brings me back to you
And I can’t help but wonder
How I’ll go on another year 
Fighting all these demons 
That remind me you’re not here 

Child of the grand old winter,
December floateth by;
And the ground without is bare and white
As the moon in the cloudless sky.

December by Harvey Carson Grumbine

High like skeletons grim
The trees hold up their arms;
The last leaf’s hurried from its limb
By the tempest’s wild alarms;
The river ripples gray and cold,
And autumn’s o’er like a story told.