David Drowley Poet Acrostic

January

Juggernaut winds howling south;
Arctic colds, chill, in their mouths.
No respite through winter days
Unless north creep sunshine’s rays.
And the groundhog comes too late
Relegating to its fate
Year’s first month a gray estate.
                                     1/2/2019

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J Hamilton Gist October 17, 2019 at 5:23 PM I'm a lover of cold...this one stirs my feelings towards that.

Franci Hoffman August 10, 2019 at 8:24 AM Wonderful poem, David. It gives me a feeling of refreshing coolness on this hot summer day in my neck of the woods.

Ralph Sergi August 10, 2019 at 8:08 AM Hi David: A beautiful depiction of The newest month of each year. I also enjoyed your other poems My compliments!

John Hamilton January 9, 2019 at 2:05 PM Great poem and a great win congrats David!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart January 7, 2019 at 8:37 AM Ooh that's good!! :) Congrats on a top win! xomo

Jan Allison January 6, 2019 at 5:47 PM I can relate to those juggernaut winds David how descriptive, many congrats on your win:-) hugs Jan xx

Michelle Faulkner January 6, 2019 at 5:01 PM Wonderful acrostic, David, congratulations on your win and thank you for entering my contest!

Darlene De Beaulieu January 2, 2019 at 2:22 PM Hello David Drowley, so nice to meet you. You have described January very well. The Ground Hog does not make it's appearance until next month. Have a nice day my friend.