January Blues

A mood poem for January, a time of cold wind, dark days, and winter illness!

January Blues
Cold month, and sneeze and cold
Signs of getting grey and old
It takes longer to defeat the bug
Accepting illness with a shrug
And decorations all stacked away
Christmas gone, such a bleak day
The tree came down, packed up
I sip warm soup, a welcome cup
And rest my weary bones again
Growing old, this slow amen
The trees are bare against the sky
As even nature comes to die
We wait for spring, we wait in hope
The dark mornings, hard to cope
But day by day, an early dawn
And Venus shining in the morn
I wait, wrap up, keeping warm
And fearful of the winter storm
And ice and snow, not yet to come
It’s feeling down, and feeling numb
And cold and darkness stretch out long
I wait, and pray, for Springtime song