January 2014

Alaska 2010 by Gary Frey

JANUARY

 

I stand in midwinter

And lift my weary head

To survey a weary world,

Frozen and dead.

I face gray days,

Even sunny frozen days,

When the sun on my cheeks

Leaves no warm.

And sometimes

The sun shines

And January still

Doesn’t thaw.

 

And I’m cold and tired,

And perhaps, uninspired.

But, I believe

That somewhere

Beyond the stratosphere

Old Sol is preparing

A festival

For Spring.

 

 Copyright - 2014 - Doris Grant Frey