Oh January,
Your sweet breath chills and cleanses,
Promising hope for the new. Hope for change.
Oh January,
Your ice is welcomed with crossed arms,
Your touch is pushed away while I wait for warmth.
Oh January,
Testing the strong, killing the weak,
Giving passion to those who make it out alive.
Oh January,
Bringing back the old to meet the new,
The past to compete with the present.
Oh January,
How full of puzzles, and ideas, and ideals,
Wonder, and confusion, and power.
Oh January,
How I can’t wait to see what you’ll bring
And how I can’t wait for you to leave.