The sparkle bursts after you appear:
down comes the twinkle, replaced by dreary
nights of dark, of twisted hope, as
resolutions hit a slippery slope.
You’re endless, you’re mean, you bite
with cold, your grey obscures my light.
We have to endure you first, lest we forget,
the year looms ahead, as if a threat.
You bully the new year into winter submission
cowing my dreams and my fresh new ambition.
My door stays shut, the scratch of frost
makes my windows ache. My whole being feels lost.
My response to the Day Four prompt in NaPoWriMo: write a poem about the cruellest month
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Ah, I agree! Tis a cruel month! I chose it also! 🙂 Here is the link to mine if you would like to read: http://leonaslines.com/2016/04/04/january/
So great minds think alike. I’m always so grateful when January is over. I live in London, where the weather is freezing, so the month is particularly cruel.
Ah, ah. I love ..resolutions hit a slippery slope..and it does come about that soon too. Nice one.
Thank you for your comments. Though the clocks going forward into March/April offer the opportunity for fresh new resolutions…
Yes they do:)