A Poem for January

You led me to a pewter window
To climb into
On starry nights
Pulling back the cold thin gauze of
the remaining winter
Restless to fly through the
forbidden dance
of dreams and golden light

We grabbed onto the silky moon and slid down
Barely grazing over
shiny shards of grass
Restless to hear
The wise forest
Blizzard-etched trees whirling a
story about how

Tulips stretch their gentle tips
And shake their shoulders, shrugging off icy drops
Now melted in an assortment of colors at their feet

We bent towards the ground to hear the tell-tale whisper

A burst of energy and suddenly it’s spring