Grey sky like wet stone
Meets the bleak land
The horizon is become ambiguous
Snow falls like shattered clouds
Burying the corpse of summer
January opens its vast grey maw
Swallowing dreams whole
Feeding February’s gestation
Then settles, folding its mottled wings
Till land and hill are covered
The weak sun ineffectual
Obscured by winter’s breath
The mirror smooth surface of frozen lake
Reflects spring emotions
January lies down to sleep
The world in slumber
