A Promise Kept

The mid December rain now turns to snow;
A promise kept that bleak would one day brighten.
How long before it melts we cannot know;
The mid December rain now turns to snow.
In dark and dank – I grow – but hate it so;
The heart, the chest, the fists commence to tighten.
The mid December rain now turns to snow;
A promise kept that bleak would one day brighten.