Saturday, January 12, 2013

365 Poems: The Truth of January

Day 12

What is so rare as a day in June? A temperate day in January. And we in the midwest so appreciate it, even while staying cognizant of the calendar.

The Truth of January (draft)

Calendar, let me rip winter's truth
from your pages. These gentle winds
come not from arctic lands;
no, surely, the stream has changed
course, and these be zephyr
breezes that touch us so gently.
Let not the wan sun fool us;
for she shines brightly above the
cirrus haze. Let not the lingering
drift deter us; it fades fast, a mere
ghost of snowstorms past.
Calendar, surely this day can last
forever, an infinite season:
We mind not being spring's fools.

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