"January"
The meadow expanse in winter
When light is pale and the grass is frozen
When the trees brush dryly against the sky
Like the fingers of the aged and weathered
The struggling earth under the lemon-wan sun
When the hedges are the only green thing
People struggling to stay warm in this time
They wear coats and boots and hurry about
Animals wander around seeking food
But often finding none without help
Inside it's warm
In Jesus' Name,
Amen