January Exits...(believe it or not)

Can you believe it?!

January 2018 in a few Jack-Frost-feather-weight hours is gonzo, done, natta, nix!

From the grip of old Man Winter

One allotted era slips

January's Jack Frost feathers

Free-fall from his fumbling fist

Eiderdown and raging tempest

Waft and wail o’er frozen fell

January, like a house-guest

Tips his hat and bids farewell

One month less now bars the gateway

Leading to spring’s flower-show

January, bows and makes way

For successors psyched with snow

But like we, their days are numbered

Old Man Winter feels his age

January, unencumbered

Tap dances from center-stage

Ordered by a Higher Maestro

He exits without protest

January, Mr. Ice-Snow

Expects no encore request

He has fulfilled his cold calling

Some applaud him, others seethe

January, love or hate him

Leaves behind ch-ch-ch-attering teeth

© Janet Martin