January
In January it's so nice
While slipping on the sliding ice
To sip hot chicken soup with rice
Sipping once, sipping twice
Sipping chicken soup with rice
January: the yearly restart of my sputtering engine of ambition. I had
all good intentions, but New Year’s Day found me completely wanting. My mind slipped on the sliding ice and I
forgot to post this month’s poem. Perhaps it is appropriate to post it today,
because it is certainly icy out there. The whole country is still bundled up. I
think I’ll go have another cup of coffee.
No comments:
Post a Comment