some say there’s no end to this month
looking at February like it’s the weekend
what a joke! says her howling wolf moon.
January has aurora’s mystic glow
January has fat robins at the window
January has a mind for dealing with snow
January is a masterclass of resilient hope’s salvo
January is the beginning, a lightly shadowed afternoon
January is like a dog, giddy on the thought of sniffing out a juicy bone