My Visitor Part 1

There was a knock on my window, out of crusty lids I peared It was no more that an old friend A friendship revisited once a year Her name was January with eyes as light as the New Year As I swung open the window she clammored in Greeting me with the leaveless branches adorn top of her head Kissed me politely on the cheek and filled my world with her ambitious light She took off her coat that was sequined with dry acorns and twigs from the bird houses Out of generosity I offered a steamy cup of tea served from the China she led my family To give to me on her New Year Her icy lips cooled the tea allowing the bag to glide smoothly over the frozen liquid Creating the perfect figure eight Her eyes twinkled like a new born seeking its first glimpse at this new world that began Its first today I asked her of her escapades from the previous night She gleamed about her lovers that gathered around her sparkle and communioned With a kiss to mark a passion that in all hopes should last past this three sixty five She teared at the lives who lost out on their very breath That she should never live to see again But she shall live always