January by Vivien Teasdale

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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

 

 

Comments

  1. Charlotte Pickles10 January 2022 at 10:42

    A lovely depiction of winter clad January. Thank you, Vivien.

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  2. Owen Townend10 January 2022 at 23:24

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  3. Owen Townend10 January 2022 at 23:24

    Well done at conveying the multifaceted nature of this chilly month. This is a delightful poem that is both sharp and cuddly. Thank you, Vivien!

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  4. Vivien12 January 2022 at 18:14

    Thanks Owen and Virginia for your comments. Much appreciated. xx Vivien

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