January , sits overlooking the beginning year

Excitement and madness of Autumn ,  Guy Fawkes, harvest , all souls.

Mid winter , grips the month, long ,dark and cold ,

Father of the seasons,while nature rests, before rebirth of spring 

Brooding , biding time, as the days tick lighter,

Domain of the fox and owl

Crystal stars in a velvet pin cushion, 

 moonbeams light a ghostly way.

Capricorn wanes Aquarius waxes and awakes emerging to greet the giggling girls of exuberant Spring and the Lovers of Summer

January, coaxes the fires, witnesses the scurrying herds, with cloaks against the cold. 

Dark winds with ice claws , slice the air ,reaping the weak, sick and old.

World suspended , holding its breath, stone still, in the thin air of expectation.

Early sun wrestles it’s way to the sky, weakened by the winter overlord , strength drained by the cavern of space, 

Then fading to the distance , forgotten, Januarys might admits defeat, his work complete,

His gift of rejuvenation exhausted on the earth , sleeps in the warmth ‘til Autumn.