January

JimMangumBirdsInSnow_500.jpg

The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.

Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor,
And parkas pile up
Near the door.

The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees' black lace.

The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.

Image above: Birds In Snow by James A. Mangum.

Words above: January by John Updike.

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