Ode to January

Winter Slips of Icy Lace
Imprison me in Stagnant Grips.

Cold and Hard, Mournful Cries
Echo Beyond this Frozen Yard.

Dance of Death, Dance of Grace,
Swirl Around my Lacey Dress.

Angel Wings, Beating Hard
Showering Warmth and Loving Things.

Reach Away, Reach Beyond
From the Hell of Yesterday.

Poem by: M. Casey

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