January

beyond the hills
rain falls.
here
silence.

there is sun,
wild and hiding
in clouds,
jumpy.

sometimes i see
your eyes,
sometimes
i don't.

sometimes
i love,
sometimes
i don't.

on the other side
the grass is green.
here
brown.

the bell tolls.
it is time
for the fight
of the seasons.

already the trees,
still naked,
shoot buds,
freeze.

storms
come with snow.
the wind howls,
tears off branches.

a squirrel runs
across the road,
fog wavers
in the roads

where old men
and dogs stagger
for a pee,
both cough.

light comes
and goes,
the days are
still short.

us still inside,
on a calm sea.
i want to come out
and touch spring.

                 
                                          Janus, statue, Vatican