January Romance
The grass, without the time to die, remains as green as spring,
So startled is it muted to pastel by fresh morning.
Lawns littered with undecorated trees - discarded past -
Now terminated evergreens confess they couldn't last.
This January starts, winter remembering itself.
With speed we freeze; lost time is made up for before the twelfth.
Above the shingled tops of homes, bare January trees
Contrast the sunless, blue-grey sheet with sharp intricacies.
Without a quiver, naked branches stretch - see how they've grown! -
Their delicate stability the image of our own.
So startled is it muted to pastel by fresh morning.
Lawns littered with undecorated trees - discarded past -
Now terminated evergreens confess they couldn't last.
This January starts, winter remembering itself.
With speed we freeze; lost time is made up for before the twelfth.
Above the shingled tops of homes, bare January trees
Contrast the sunless, blue-grey sheet with sharp intricacies.
Without a quiver, naked branches stretch - see how they've grown! -
Their delicate stability the image of our own.