JANUARY
by Miller H Caldwell — Read all 115 poems by Miller H Caldwell
Simple poetry for a month without warmth
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
January
Oh shut that door!
Were you born in a park?
The light has gone
It’s early so dark.
Soup on the menu
That cheers the bones
Overhead icicles
Brings down the phones
Shiver my timbers
That used to be said
The best of warmth
Is found in my bed
It happens every year
It happens without fail
Winter is here
With a sting in its tail
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