A December Gift

I fully expected to find the Coke Field a mass of gray branches 

sticking out above lifeless grass. Of course, it wasn't; denuded of their

leaves, the trees and stems revealed their taupe, mauve and

maroon winter wardrobes. Sneaky bits of green grass remain,

as well as moss, and the day's blue sky shown in the creek.

During my walk, I met a man walking his dogs. 

He remarked on the beautiful day we'd been given, 

a gift in the middle of December. As I watched, the clouds

raced across the blue sky, and the sunlight danced 

a tango on the trees and field, and I had to agree.