January is a black and white snapshot 
of ashen-iron skies and 
dappled dove-grey grass. 
January is a lady-in-waiting, 
dozing and waking, 
then slipping to slumber again.
January is an empty attic room,
where blinding-brilliant sunbeams pierce 
a lazy dust mote dance.
- SHSimpson 

Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim!
DeleteI love the imagery your words conjure in my mind.
ReplyDeleteMaybe that's why you married me? (wink, wink)
DeleteYours,
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