January
January, you are the longest,
coldest, darkest month of the year.
Your endless short days
pass in a whirlwind.
January, the month of deprivation, reflection, sadness,
contentment, fasting, soul searching, sleeping, blankets, fires,
Christmas clean-up, Whole30,
no alcohol, wedding plans, reading!
January, I dread your appearance. I hate to see you go. Yet, I will look forward to your instructive days next year.
1/12 of 2026 departs with you,
Oh January.
Wee Exchange 