conscious living poetry journal
Poetry in Search of Meaning
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
January speaks to us
in black and white voices.
Freezing us in time, until
the spring thaw frees us in color.
Shorter days, longer nights,
In the darkness, new light
is born, waiting for us to flower.
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