Dear January, you have been doing this every year. And you look great. The beginning always looks great. You have only come to make this year look better. the calendar in January's chill spring blossoms Dear January, speak poetry and embrace me with your eloquence. Make spring bloom luminescent ...make what is empty, dark....effervescent. let nectar flow from lips of flowers and let butterflies carry their fragrant dreams into mountains, hills, brooks ,streams, oceans and high seas spreading over earth.. Speak to me Oh January Tell the moon to twirl me silver, sun ignite my fire..let the stars wrap their light. .my eyes sparkle the constellations.. Wounded fingers quiver Broken whispers of fear Let the wind be a balm To heal the sighs Of disease frightened people.