Yule Nigh

I'll have my poems...rococo
Or I'll have no poems at all
Describing midnight lunar glow
In late summer or early fall...
Which is the season I like best
But not when flames befoul the air
In the glory of the sunset west
Where evenings are beyond compare!
But soon the rain must fall again
And cold come with increasing dark
Since winter is the now and then
Where humans make their greatest mark,
About how human hearts are made
For Holidays and mutual aid!