Sonnet on January
Bejeweled with snowflakes fresh as heaven’s eye
to herald in the coming of the earth
comes candidly the month ever so shy
to offer neoteric swells of mirth.
Pulchritudinous with frosted firs
and saturnine with ice and bitter rain,
the perihelion does much to stir
a sleeping, frigid earth from chilled disdain.
Bright flurries blanket cobblestone and roof,
whilst open hearths soothe tender, algid hands;
slim icicles cling everywhere, aloof:
how wondrous is the new, enchanted land!
Delight says I to winter’s whitened whims
as January jubilates herein!