Ode to January

Take down the lights.
The wreath lies in the trash.
Barely winter, really?
Truffles more appreciated now.
Champagne too.
Spread the salt, don’t slip on the ice.
Where do birds sleep in January?
Nests seem unfair.
Hibernate now.
Soon it will be warm,
And you’ll emerge.
-C Sandrin

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