January

By Andrew R. Duckworth

January over July,
And if you wish to ask me why-
I crave the cold of winter wind
That causes pause within the mind.

The winter season moves us slow-
The means to measure what we know
In times when we seem not to bend
And fail to decide where to go.

And in the first month of the year
There’s time to rid anger and fear
With reflection the time does lend
If only peace of heart dwells here

To bring us back to better mind-
A month of a different kind.