January is 
an aching rib cage, 
sore throat
frost bitten feet
I have learned 
to feel the storm coming
from years of
chattering teeth
never bought into 
what could warm me
but have tried endlessly 
to contain my own heat
winter wonderland 
causing dizzy spells
has only lead to 
too many snow angels 
with their enormous wings 
clipped and plucked
the most wonderful
fetal position prayers
you’ll live to see.

January is 
displaying seasonal disfunction 
for all the absent hearted 
window shoppers to gawk at
slow improvements
and hard decisions made
for the sake of mental stamina
unfamiliar homes with
untold consequences
hidden beneath icy concrete.