January is a cold month,
The first one of the year,
Full if potential,
Also cold and darkness and fear.
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For some it’s a solemn month,
With little going it’s way,
For others it’s a rebirth,
Showing light is on it’s way.
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Whatever your thoughts,
January is always a new year,
With ever lighter nights,
Signaling spring is almost here.

©The Pesky Poet

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