January
JANUARY
Birds have gone -
Escaped the shroud -
Picked clean every berry.
No warmth from autumn sun,
Drifting wind and thick cloud,
Soon I’ll be knee-deep in January.
Copyright © Sidney Beck | Year Posted 2018
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