I don’t know about everyone else, but to me January tends to stretch out rather flat and depressing after the Christmas lights get taken down. I’ve written a poem below about January, my least favourite month of the year. I also asked Sam to take January away and bring the sunshine. He says he can do it, but it’s going to take him about 6 months…
January Blues, by Stevie Turner
Copyright Stevie Turner 2020
Twinkling Christmas lights
Green, yellow, blue and red
Are strung around the garden
And over the roof of our shed.
Sam is creative
When it comes to lights
The neighbours all look
And say “How nice!”
But now Christmas is over
And the garden needs to be fixed,
It’s unlucky to leave lights up
Past January the sixth.
Sam scrabbles around
In a cold stiff breeze
Unhooking strings of coloured lights
From the branches of our trees.
Sodden grass all churned up
By his huge Wellington boots,
As he pulls out wires
Down amongst the trees’ roots.
Brown mud, bare branches,
And spring bulbs shooting through
Are all that is left
And the odd broken bough too.
The garden has lost its former glow
That both of us adore,
The lights have gone for another year
Until it’s Christmas time once more.
But spring bulbs promise warmth
And a sun that brightly burns,
We raise a glass to summer
While awaiting the lights’ return.