January


Remember when a tepid thaw
Knew no quarter in the holly
When winds blew mercy in the folly
Of a quiet blizzard without flaw

Now the roads buzz like a saw
And rain beats on the roofs, Detroit to Raleigh,
Then falls in lines as ice against a trolley
Ready to strike a tableau with cameras at draw

A reckoning now connecting the law
As negative news reports trip and volley
Perfunctorily amiss and far from jolly
Sharp in scope and poignantly raw

January paints as close-knit a canvas
Like Chagall's daydreams' palettes were anxious

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A sonnet depicting the month of January