![]() As I awoke from slumber, thy spirit was merry As it was feeling like Spring, in January Dazzled by the beam, of the golden sun And the mercury was sitting on sixty-one Unusual it was, and quite contrary To have days like these in January No mittens....no muffs....no scarves.... no hat No, not today-there would be no need for that Thy breeze it blew-but did not sting And it came with the familiarity of Spring With no hide, nor hair, of the North Wind fairy On this unseasonal day, in January No snow, no ice, only pleasantries Flowing from a warm southerly breeze It was a day- quite out of the ordinary As I developed Spring-Fever in January No, not even, the hiss of a fire could be heard Just a low, low trill--of a bird And I savored the day, for they are few and vary When it's feeling like Spring, in January. (c)copyright 2006 all rights reserved. Winter Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |