January

January is a month of bones:

Skeletons that rise from the soil and shake

In the bone-grating shriek of wind, or keep quiet, 

Save for the creaking of joints;

Save for the breaking of limbs,

The grinding of body against earth with 

A sharp cuuurunchhh. 

January is a month bones:

Silent stirrings beneath the soil,

Sighs above it. 

And everywhere a stillness

Before the world shakes off its slumber 

To the Sun

Where it lies close and deep,

safe, asleep. 

Resting soul of the seasons. 

January is a month of bones.