january
no snow
no ice
no sleet
only cool air
wind
and dull grey brush
brown twiggy trees
call birds to rest
upon their brittle branches
even the moon
frowns
to light the sky
seeing a drab coat
upon the earth
no soft white blanket
to warm the wilted flora
animals scamper
at the sound of dry leaves
crunching beneath their feet
searching for that first sign
of green to burst through
the sad hard ground
photo and poem by audrey, 1-9-13
4 comments:
Ah, January....the month that generally seems to go on forever here in the North.
We have lost most of our snow and are left with mud. Trees bare, ground asleep, everyone waiting for that first burst of Spring.
You too?
XXOO~~
Anne
Oh my gosh, what beautiful words, and that sweet faced pup, well you know how I feel about that. xox
January does drag on....and you have written such great feeling words on that slow drama.
But you began with the very sweetest puppy face ever. Jake is just precious. Oma Linda
I love your poem, and the sweet photo too.
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