January in Dallas
January seven;
the city of Dallas
icebound, silent
January eleven;
still some ice remaining
on streets and lawns
January twenty-six;
among the half-grown daffodils
the year's first robin
January twenty-seven
Dallas wind chill minus five;
shivering robins
January twenty-eight
Dallas wind chill minus eleven;
no birds in sight
Jean, at 80, has been writing poems since she was 18. For 25 years she published a popular poetry quarterly of up to 100 pages, with a subscribership of nearly 500. Illness in 1986 ended the magazine. She currently publishes, by email, a 2-page monthly of clean humor. Contact her at jcalkins01@charter.net.
Hi Jean. Great poem. -11 in Dallas must be shocking to most everyone there, but who can tell mother nature what she can and can not do, lol.
ReplyDelete-M.J.
Ah yes Jean, one never knows what mother nature will throw at us. It reminds me that when things seem to be going right the rug can be pulled out from under us in a moment. But all is well because the God of nature and all else is in control and no need to worry for it can all change back at a moment notice. Thanks for the great share. I loved it and it.
ReplyDeleteLove, Charlene
This is such a vivid picture of winter from day to day in the month of January.
ReplyDeletePam
Thank you, Jack Horne, for the following comment--
ReplyDeletelove this poem of sweet observations
Hi Jean,
ReplyDeleteA great description of winter in January when it gets bitterly cold. Being from Canada I certainly can relate to this when I longed for Spring to return. I enjoyed reading your work today thanks for sharing it with us.
Sandra Stefanowich
It's pretty cold here today. Took me twenty minutes to de-ice the van. I am a few hours south of Dallas. But it could be worse. This is a great poem especially on a day like this.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your poetry. I really enjoy reading your works.
Shirley Smothers
Hi Jean -
ReplyDeleteJust like life, unpredictable. Brrrr.
love,
Kathy