Lion of Winter
January came in
riding on the mood of Christmas.
Quietly she came,
like the Nun singing lullabies
in the church nursery.
The sunny fall days
lulling us into a mindset,
not to be set aside
by gifts and many good wishes.
But then the lion of winter
bursts in and roars.
She quickly gathers up her habit
and in haste draws her day
shorter into cold freezing night.
All is right in her world.
Jan 2, 2012 Charles Henderson
for Nette's Personification of January contest
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