Friday, January 3, 2014

January Speaks

                        The wind is tired of biting

                                    its toothless, slurping broth.

                        The trees are tired of being bare

                                     and naked because of sloth.

                        The sun is bored with sugared snow,

                                    and casting a pale cold light.

                        I’m not saying this to help you out,

                                    but only for doleful spite.

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