Into January

By: Heather Nanni

The landscape so barren and dry

Stark contrast to the light inside

Both are dead worlds where we reside

All wrung out of tears left to cry

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Silent streets echo silent night

Peering through glass opaque with frost

Hoping to find that which is lost

Seeking what is beyond our sight

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Whisper, whisper, whisper a prayer

To lift the stone atop your chest

So it can heave and you can rest

To peacefully breathe new year’s air

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Go out, listen as the breeze sings

Watch delicate flakes softly fall

From heaven they come gentle, small

To rid the ache the season brings