A poem to end the month

January has come and gone
‘Twill not return again
A month of darkness, wetness, strangeness,
Panic, plans and pain.
Into Feb we march anew
Awaiting Spring with fervour
My wife will still be by my side
Although I don’t deserve her.
Winter will as Winter does
It’s days cannot be rushed
But, thank the Lord, it won’t be long
Til February’s crushed.
And so I sit here, full of hope
I see the evenings lighten
And when I think ‘twill soon be March
I feel my spirits brighten.

RC 31-1-18