In the cradle of a frosty dawn,
January whispers secrets untold,
Breathing life into dreams reborn,
As the world awakens, bold and cold.

The sky, a canvas of gentle gray,
Holds the promise of brighter days,
Beneath snowflakes’ delicate sway,
Hope dances in the sun’s golden rays.

Silent streets echo with quiet grace,
As winter’s breath paints the scene,
In every shadow, a new embrace,
Of moments pure, serene and clean.

January holds the year’s first light,
A time to dream, to start anew,
With courage found in endless night,
We step forward, with hearts so true.