Ina Goodling Poet Rhyme

January

Gone missing
Are the little things
That made December merry

And not quite here
Are those things dear
That make up February

So just hop in
The first stop in
The year’s itinerary

But if your knees
Begin to freeze
You may not wish to tarry

For winter’s breath
Like minty death
Is a charming adversary

In flurry or blizzard
He’s a curious wizard
Conjuring snowflakes and fairies

With sleet or with snows
Or with raindrops he froze
He’s a master visionary

Like diamonds scattered
Snowglobes shattered
‘Tis a sight most luminary

For upon the lawn
At the break of dawn
You’ll find, as is customary

A silver shimmer
And golden glimmer
Of frost known as January.

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