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
it’s sometimes like that
snow-dusted pathways
parted January curtains
an entirely new world
commiserating over the Viking’s loss last night, I reconnect with an old friend
a simple text
no effort at all, really;
gratitude, on repeat –
happy I’d reached out
I long to wrap my arms around him but remember how they say to let sleeping dogs lie
puppy sleeps in the light
that pours from a south-facing window,
sunshine warms his gumdrop nose—
our boy, dreaming
of belly rubs, car rides & squirrels
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