January, If You Please

Oh January, thee of Winter’s spawn I cannot wait till thou art gone I’ve had enough of bleak, gray days To last a lifetime, and so I pray Thou wilt use thy icy, freezing touch On us gently, with just a brush - A coat of frosting on the trees But not a blizzard, I beg of thee No brown snow or ugly slush No winter mess, nor snowy gusts Just a sprinkling of thy winter skill - Still picturesque, but not so chilled A mild month, I ask of thee To keep the warmth inside of me 1/2/12 Susan Burch Received 3rd place in "Personification of January" contest