January

Loving you is easy As you are the door – Ianua To spring Ice clouds are held in the furnace: Dirty grey pearls Your other name is of course Janus- you are the month of transition Though I love you as you are Frostbites as your trade Dew on the sullen grass Fog of Monet above Thames The sun bites its tongue: pusillanimous Loving you is easy For you are full of hope and mystery Away with the yesteryear we sing Welcome January- our pagan hearts chant. Sometimes snow whitewashes the towns And the broken hearts begin to mend At its diamond glow. Loving you is easy For you are the Wulf- Monath Of the Saxons. Blue eyed ancient creatures Flame our imaginations White furs and fragile egos. Loving you is easy As your aluminium foiled soil Is toiled and tamed For the bulbs and the seeds Oh the anticipation to witness the colours and scents again The earth will shed its dead skin Soon.