Thursday, January 20, 2011

January 2011

January 2011

I watch with jaundiced eyes
The melancholy days of winter
I am so soul-weary
Of the gray, the dirty white,
The sameness of the landscape.

The sounds of January
Fill the air -
snow plows, shovels,
Moaning winds,
The crunch of tires on crusty snow.

Tomorrow more snow will fall
It will bring momentary whiteness
To bleak January days.
But will soon turn again
To gray and dirty white.

I long for one glimpse
of crocus purple,
of daffodil yellow,
But I know in my soul
The wait will be long

And soul-weary.

Mary Murphy

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