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This Is January

By John I. Blair

That was December,
The month for new stars
And silent nights,
Glittering garlands
And open, trusting hands,
When children’s dreams
Keep hope alive.

This is January,
The month for new starts,
When Winter’s really here
With an aching honesty
And nothing to hide --
All adult, no “seems,”
Just raw demands.

Celebrate December;
But January, survive.

©2005 John I. Blair  

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