Hello December!

 My boy Bertie:

The vineyard country, russet, reddish, carmine-brown in this season.

A blue outline of hills above a fertile valley.

It's warm as long as the sun does not set, in the shade cold returns.

A strong sauna and then swimming in a pool surrounded by trees.

Dark redwoods, transparent pale-leved birches.

In their delicate network, a sliver of the moon.

I describe this for I have learned to doubt philosophy

And the visible world is all that remains."

-   Czeslaw Milosz, December 1st