January is here with her soft grey daytime glow;
With soft silent Auroras gossamer breath spreading her frost;
Followed by the white crisp unscented coldness of snow;
Covering this land softer all hard outline is lost;
Birds sing not sent to silence by this host;
Shiver of sinews spine as the wind cuts through;
Each step hard for everyone thatís me and you.
Sheathed in silence each step marked and frozen outline;
Cold face of pink and white breath marks you;
Degree is counted and spoken in constant verbal rhyme;
Tired eyes searching upwards for a shade of blue;
Cold yet bright sun smiles she comes into view;
But the east wind drives you with colds sinew;
Bringing on the Winters tradition of the teeth chatter;
No charming warm conversation now it doesnít really matter.
Yet with snowdrop nature begins to stretch her fingers;
The dark brown turns green and branch bark stretched;
But cold auroras grasp hold hard yearning to linger;
And the cold blue sky sweeps away warmth fetched;
Taking away the serenity that spring may yet met;
But in fullness of time earths new creation we see;
To mark the end of Winter we must realise January.