January Farewell Lyric

A few final, farewell January mementos before February takes center stage We had 3 sunrises in January; on the 4th, 21st & 22nd... Though you are infamous because of temps that chill us to the boneAnd gales that wail and howl and make us humbly glad for home-sweet-homeAnd though the farmer does not miss your tricks of frozen pipes and tapsYou still spill much to love; your bliss of Jack Frost art, your pristine wraps Your cooler pace than when we chase spring-summer-autumn’s urgent taskYour gratis shadow-show poured flawlessly on snow, from yonder flaskYour still-life ebb and flow of tundra; white and blue capped sense of seasYour subdued quietude of muffled, snow-truffled brook-song and trees Your feathered patron-jam at feeders filled with ceaseless flickeringYour yellow flash as sparrow-hawk crashes carefree bird-bickeringYour pure delight as white-on-white leaves speechless troubadours agapeYour happiness, that we confess is as simple as tea and cake Your first-month-of-a-new-year-status, soon stripped of its pedestalBy a momentous apparatus that drains every season-fullDrains the outdoor rinks of pink-cheeked youngsters with star-sparkly eyesDrains the eaves of ‘cicle-brickle, drains the bite from squall-rent skies Drains winter’s hour of its power to hold gold and green at bayDrains the bud to leafless lintel, drains bluster’s lackluster grayDear January, if we could I doubt that we would hit ‘repeat’Yet in your wake you leave an ache for lyrics lost beneath Time's feet © Janet Martin Your still-life ebb and flow of tundra; white and blue capped sense of seas Jack Frost garage floor art!!