It is to warm for December.
I remember
other years
When tears
Would freeze
And an icey breze
froze
the stinging nose.
No need for winter clothes.
The weather grows
Strange.
Something is deranged.
All, all is changed.
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K Morris - Poet 
We are going to move further north! Oh, let others be the judge of your work, showcase away.
Many thanks for your comment and liking my poem. I am delighted you like my work. Kind regards. Kevin