As January advances

A winter’s tale

Long nights and dim days

Hand on cat’s tail

No heave, ho!

Snow on the rusty freighter

But a seagull cries

Moon’s notchy sickle

A blaring siren passing

Hopefully not dad

To boldly go

As far as hell

But no one dares

Winter’s windy night

Light pouring from a window

Then darkness again

Deep clouds rushing by

Wind blowing though solemn trees

Crow’s tattered plumage

Truck’s throttle stirring

Throstle picks for worms in vain

Spring isn’t ready yet

Snow on forest road

Crow scraping in fallen leaves

Christmas is over