The Snowy Month of January

The Snowy Month of January Leafless trees are pathetic to see. (When winter doldrums pervade.) They flutter in the blurry flurry, As if to, by a painter’s brush convey, Waiting! For the season’s reversal From Winter blues to Spring revival. Covered in a hoarfrost icy sheen, Beneath the moon, glaze the trees. Across the landscape snow lays, Covering tracks and pathways. It’s easy to catch cabin fever When from the view I derive no pleasure. Though my heart cries out, “Recovery!” In the snowy month of January.