January

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Published:
January 10, 2016

January is here, with eyes that keenly glow,
A frost-mailed warrior
striding a shadowy steed of snow.

Excerpt from “The Masque of Months” by Edgar Fawcett

 

The days are short,
The sun a spark,
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.

Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor.
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.

The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees of lace.

The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.

January by John Updike

 

Winter Symphony by Paul Nordoff. Performed by the Robert Whitney-Louisville Orchestra.

 

Photo Credit: FreeImages.com/ Emanuele Sardi

 

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