There is almost everything ( to me that is )

atmospherically anticlimactic

mind boringly and wishfully good riddanced about January

 

especially all of the choral exhortations

of praising the yearly repetitive enigmatic

stabled conception of Marys boy child Jesus Christ

 

which later on becomes hushed

for another eleven months or so

while we gnaw on resolutions and surplus goodies

and grumble about the unuseable abundancies

of socks ties fake perfumes etc etc

 

or a so called good read tasteless novel

that inevitably ends up remaining

indefinitely designated to a high out of sight

ledged location or as a money saving re-wrap

for forthcoming birthdays and the like

 

When glare-white mornings and misted yawnings

succumb to whatever brassiness that the sun has to offer

then and thankfully so

does Spring become my minds conjured up

inspirational furnishing thoughts

of smile inducing days to be

 

gone will be warned against 

dangerous icy driving conditions ( while white is boss )

hence the shopping trudges-cum-useful means

of escaping from couched potato

TV viewing and/or PC games playing

 

despite the brief encounters with

suck-you-down mounds of feet soaking marzipanesque

snowy leftovers

and how red will my hands be deservedly clapped 

for the hopeful goldeness of Summers

everso much welcomed appearance!