January, February
January, February
This moon is noon-sun bright
It’s luminary
Incendiary
And it’s glowing snowy white
Blue and green
And aquamarine
Are nature’s precious gems
A silver sheen
A golden gleam
Is seen in each of them
January, February
Contrary to this verse
We’ll sing what’s sung
When spring has sprung
In a garden of our words.
Copyright © Ina Goodling | Year Posted 2023
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