January came and it was dull.
I guess that's what the month is for?
The 'decs' are down, the partying done,
We buckle down and carry on.
The days are short, the nights too cold
It's wet and windy on the street
The trees are stark and wear no clothes.
Spring takes a peek but nothing grows.
We hate the winter it's a curse.
The coming month will just be worse.
Oh bring us sunlight, bring us spring
January's not my thing.
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Third Verse: More Poems from Andrew Green
PoetryHighest #55 in poetry. Like my previous collections Third Verse is a mix of moods and styles with a mission to entertain. I keep it light and good humoured if I can but there's often a message there too.
