January
Loving you is easy
As you are the door – Ianua
To spring
Ice clouds are held in the furnace:
Dirty grey pearls
Your other name is of course
Janus- you are the month of transition
Though I love you as you are
Frostbites as your trade
Dew on the sullen grass
Fog of Monet above Thames
The sun bites its tongue: pusillanimous
Loving you is easy
For you are full of hope and mystery
Away with the yesteryear we sing
Welcome January- our pagan hearts chant.
Sometimes snow whitewashes the towns
And the broken hearts begin to mend
At its diamond glow.
Loving you is easy
For you are the Wulf- Monath
Of the Saxons.
Blue eyed ancient creatures
Flame our imaginations
White furs and fragile egos.
Loving you is easy
As your aluminium foiled soil
Is toiled and tamed
For the bulbs and the seeds
Oh the anticipation to witness the colours and scents again
The earth will shed its dead skin
Soon.
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