January Arrives
January arrives like a newborn baby.
It is young, innocent, and full of naivete.
As we earthbound beings have known all the while,
it’s the first of the twelve to go through the turnstile.
The month will be the first to have Father Time write on its page.
Can we all comprehend what will be written by the sage?
After thirty-one days, January will be out the door.
each following month we expect to be more mature.
Robert Pettit for Personification of January Contest by Nette Onclaud
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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