Journey Round the Sun: January
The two-faced god of closings
And openings,
Of endings and beginnings
Hurries us through the portals
Of a new year.
At Perihelion
Things move fast.
Around the neighborhood,
Christmas lights still up,
Pale fingers
Of magnolia blossoms
Probe the split seams of their
Leathery casings. Out by
The coast, fields of
Mustard turn yellow overnight.
Suddenly, days are longer and the
Dive-bombing hummingbird
Doesn't care who knows about it.
A gardener wonders: "Where did
All these weeds come from?"
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