January

January is a letter
Tied with ribbon and a name
Bible verse, say it’s to be better
Seashells from the window frame
Do you walk
By the shore with your arms in a cradle
Hearing the clock
As it chimes through the dining table
Everyday
January is a teacup
Painted flowers on the side
Cracked and broken after Christmas
Waning weakly in the light
Do you wait
For the glow to appear in this window
Hands on the gate
Will they grow to the shape (?)
A joke they play
February comes
Sucking on its thumbs
Apologizing
For the rain that never came
January is a mother
Left you right before the dawn
Wrapped in cotton warm in cover
Never noticed since she’s gone