december - Helen Hunt Jackson (1886)

The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes
Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed:
Far fairer than when placidly it streamed,
The brook its frozen architecture makes,
And under bridges white its swift way takes.
Snow comes and goes as messenger who dreamed
Might linger on the road; or one who deemed
His message hostile gently for their sakes
Who listened might reveal it by degrees.
We gird against the cold of winter wind
Our loins now with mighty bands of sleep,
In longest, darkest nights take rest and ease,
And every shortening day, as shadows creep
O'er the brief noontide, fresh surprises find.

dang...

so this is it, huh?

it feels kinda sad to be finishing this book with this last month.... i'm pretty excited for the new artbook, even though i'm very much not ready for the next year, and saying farewell to Jade...

it only feels like yesterday, that i left leaves behind to start this years book-

but hey! new year brings new beginnings... and since i've already talked so much about it, my artbook for 2022 will be titles "malachite" and will be bearing this cover, at least at the beginning >w<

so if you wanna join me in the following year on my artistic journey this is the place to go ^-^

BUTT!!!

the year isn't over yet, and we still have a month left to finish all those WIPs, celebrate the festive season and cherish the time we have left in the current year, before moving on to the next ^-^