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January Days
A free verse poem of ice
January days
Easing through
Winter’s dark tunnel.
The morning is ice
Meandering breath
White grass and
Crystal-laden twigs.
Hoar hangs heavy
Barbed wire sugared
A luminescent pink
Searing sun
Seaps into grey
As droplets
Overpowered by gravity
Melt into day
Treetop birds
Bask in light
To banish night cold
And the sun brings
Beauty, warmth
And light
To a wondrous waiting world.
Thank you for reading.
© Bernard Ray 2025