It's January
It’s January, a sad time of year.
All the Christmas lights have been removed from the houses. Christmas trees no longer light the windows. There are no silver bells on the street corners, even though stoplights still blink a bright red and green.
We need to survive January's darkness and February's cold weather until sometime in late April or early May we begin to see the friendly faces of tiny flowers peeking through dormant flowerbeds or through the still yellow grasses.
January’s darkness eventually leads to April showers and then May’s flowers.
Oh, the individualistic beautiful of the four seasons.
As posted in 100_words
All the Christmas lights have been removed from the houses. Christmas trees no longer light the windows. There are no silver bells on the street corners, even though stoplights still blink a bright red and green.
We need to survive January's darkness and February's cold weather until sometime in late April or early May we begin to see the friendly faces of tiny flowers peeking through dormant flowerbeds or through the still yellow grasses.
January’s darkness eventually leads to April showers and then May’s flowers.
Oh, the individualistic beautiful of the four seasons.
As posted in 100_words