January skies, so pale and thin,
begin to hint at coming life,
strife from cold and dark to meet
heat and light of longer days ahead,
fed with dreamings under winter skies.
And round two:
January sky so pale and cold,
fold yourself over the sleeping land.
Hand over your daydreams of ease
please don’t make me take these from you
too. But in your struggle there is a grace
traced on the face you show to a world,
curled in upon itself to keep out cold,
holding hope in life and light and love.
This is an attempt at chained-rhyme for Joy's Sunday mini-challenge at IGWRT. Basically in this form the last word or syllable of each line must rhyme with the first word or syllable in the following line. But Joy describes it much better, so check out the link for that and lots of other chain-rhymed poetry by the toads.
Words and image by Mary Bach