Vacuously I stare

into January skies,

as a gallivanting wind

caresses the roof

like a cat

rubbing serpentine

on the shingles.




The oak trees

sway and bow

doing a dance no one

interrupts.




Who I ask,

can gainsay such things?

The pale gray hued heavens

have no answer.




Frowzy,

blow left over

dowdy brown leaves,

making clumsy pirouettes

to the ground.




Fantasy's invention manifests

around the lawn,

as I sit drinking tea

by the fire and ponder

the countenance

of

January.


By Lea (Leaway56@aol.com)


 

 


 






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