January

I look out my window

And what do I see?

Grey, grey,

A hazy grey day.

.

I walk through the brown grass

And what do I feel?

Chill, chill,

The wind’s biting chill.

.

I stand in the frozen woods,

And what do I see?

Bare, bare,

The branches are bare.

.

I walk into my house

And what do I feel?

Warm, warm,

My red face is warm.

.

Dull,

Cold,

Quiet,

Still,

Feel the chill.

The earth is asleep.

.

Shhh….

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