word memories
notes jotted in a cell phone app
infinite possibilities
arbitrary
milk-white fog
its deafening silence
can be heard everywhere
beyond the birch
feeder clangs noisily
January wind dispenses every seed
juncos searching elsewhere
merlot
pale January sky
fresh snow cover
the warmth of red wine
this is a nice break from sub-zero temps but spring soil needs a little moisture, too
and just like that,
our ten-day forecast
gifts us with 40s & 50s
frigid
the bite of January
cold feet rassling for warmth
bedtime ritual
they call it progress
winter blankets a stubbled plain
the last of corn’s plantings
soon, families will reside in this place
something’s gotta give
poetry newsletters
lovingly curated
new year ruthlessness
the 17th of JAN
clean, fresh, invigorating air
January’s sunshine, nearly warm
neighbor’s faded hydrangeas
peering skyward
dare we whisper of spring?
abraxas
listened to music this afternoon
playlists on a forgotten iPod
caught in the beat, my ears were happy
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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