Winter poems attempt to sweater my tongue
with fire, and candles, but my fingers
are too cold to pencil translations.
January loves resolutions that morning
the eye with snow white lists, brags
she’s the alpha tigress of new beginnings.
Oh first month you are like morning to me.
I rarely rise and shine…I am sister to the moon.
I’ve spent night hours dancing through secrets.
I rise more like a raven who is leery of sparkle
until I’ve filtered it through the right amount of coffee.
The year will fly so it is I who must test the wind for direction.
Yes, I could write an outline, but life and spirit will live the story.
So January list if you must…I will dream and be prepared to change
direction if one of the other eleven months chooses to build walls.
©Susie Clevenger 2019
I used four words from the list...January, Wind, Poems, Morning