January
Jingle bells is gone and buried till next year,
and it is a time for new beginnings, oh yes
New Years day was the day to write my resolutions.
Unending that list! I would rather go for a walk in the park, where
an avalanche of snowflakes kiss my hair and lips, oh
raw is the frosty wind that is pushing me along whispering go home.
Yet, I do love the crispy crunch of a January day walk.
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January 3, 2019
Poetry/Acrostic/January
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1100-739-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, January
sponsor, Michelle Faulkner
Third Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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