January’s lamp black trees
Dripping tears.
Weeping tangled larches
Tickling lichen bark;
Crows huddled in puddles,
Riddles in ink blotted dark skies.
Welly prints in sticky mud;
Children dropping crumbs
From winter tarts.
Happy New Year! Stride out on winter walks, feeling crisp air brushing your cheeks. Stop and listen to the birds. Watch the wintery dark tree branches dancing in bracing wind. Welcome January!
Lavender Moon: Artist, Poet and Lover of Nature 
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