January is my cat, gentle as snow just falling,
laying soft against my cheek.
January is my cat, needle sharp claws
scratching, ripping my skin.
January is mutable, skittery, burning ice,
a coal black, silvered wonderland.
January sparkles in sunshine, freezing the night,
clothing the world with wintry, warm snow.
Photo by Sandra Kapella on Unsplash
A lovely depiction of winter clad January. Thank you, Vivien.
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ReplyDeleteWell done at conveying the multifaceted nature of this chilly month. This is a delightful poem that is both sharp and cuddly. Thank you, Vivien!
ReplyDeleteThanks Owen and Virginia for your comments. Much appreciated. xx Vivien
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