January Nights

The holidays are over,
The new year is here.
Now January’s calendar page,
In front of us quite clear.

In the evenings
We often park
Besides the fire
In the dark.

We sit by the fire,
And candlelight,
And dream of the summer,
With days so bright.

January days go on and on,
Will they ever disappear?
February brings more of the same,
Every single year.

But then comes March
And a breathe of spring.
And then comes April
To tease us again.


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