A few final, farewell January mementos before February takes center stage
We had 3 sunrises in January; on the 4th, 21st & 22nd...
Though you are infamous because of temps that chill us to the bone
And gales that wail and howl and make us humbly glad for home-sweet-home
And though the farmer does not miss your tricks of frozen pipes and taps
You still spill much to love; your bliss of Jack Frost art, your pristine wraps
Your cooler pace than when we chase spring-summer-autumn’s urgent task
Your gratis shadow-show poured flawlessly on snow, from yonder flask
Your still-life ebb and flow of tundra; white and blue capped sense of seas
Your subdued quietude of muffled, snow-truffled brook-song and trees
Your feathered patron-jam at feeders filled with ceaseless flickering
Your yellow flash as sparrow-hawk crashes carefree bird-bickering
Your pure delight as white-on-white leaves speechless troubadours agape
Your happiness, that we confess is as simple as tea and cake
Your first-month-of-a-new-year-status, soon stripped of its pedestal
By a momentous apparatus that drains every season-full
Drains the outdoor rinks of pink-cheeked youngsters with star-sparkly eyes
Drains the eaves of ‘cicle-brickle, drains the bite from squall-rent skies
Drains winter’s hour of its power to hold gold and green at bay
Drains the bud to leafless lintel, drains bluster’s lackluster gray
Dear January, if we could I doubt that we would hit ‘repeat’
Yet in your wake you leave an ache for lyrics lost beneath Time's feet
© Janet Martin
Your still-life ebb and flow of tundra; white and blue capped sense of seas
Jack Frost garage floor art!!
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