In the heart of winter’s quiet sigh,
January dawns with a gentle light,
The sky painted in hues of twilight,
A new beginning beneath the frosty sky.
Silent snowflakes dance in the air,
Each one a delicate whispered dream,
Covering the world in a sparkling gleam,
A season of hope, tender and rare.
The trees stand bare, yet full of grace,
Their branches etched against the grey,
Awaiting the warmth of another day,
In January’s calm and tranquil space.
As the days unfold, one by one,
Time gently weaves its ancient song,
In the stillness, we find we belong,
January’s journey has just begun.