Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Ode to January



January 2018

Cold wet snowflakes fall straight down

Like frozen tears, they hit the ground

No winds aloft to change their path

They melt on contact, choosing death 

Outside is twilight, deep and grey,

Signaling the end of day










Inside, as darkness dares to grow, 

Lava lamps billow and glow

One blood-orange, the other blue,

They pierce the dark, and lift my mood

Two strings of glittering Christmas lights

One multi-color, the other white

A simple way to bring some cheer

To the breached birth of another year












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