Winter's Wind - Jan. 8, 2024

the frogs of December

are tucked in cold mud

January’s crickets

shiver under rocks

and not one mockingbird

seems in the mood

winter’s night wind

must sing alone

a sound as lonely

as a single sigh at a funeral

a hundred

on some nights

ten thousand on others

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