today was another one of those days that seemed more like january than april. only 36 degrees & a cold cold wind! so here is a poem about january.
oh the pleasure of the warming,
this sudden warming january thaw,
bringing me out of the mid-winter blahs,
to a world that seems to be transforming
past february & march into spring.
oh, the pleasure of going for a run,
the feeling of a finally warm sun,
yet the wind has a cold & biting sting,
because a january thaw is a fake.
a false spring, a broken promise, a love
that leaves after vowing to always stay.
still, the sun beckons me outside to play.
cold wind or not, it shines brightly above.
false spring or not, it’s a beautiful day.