January Farewell Lyric

 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!!