January, Please Stay
Reveal the hidden
Within the frozen
Pockets
Buried deep within the arctic tempered
Earth
January, you give us pause
Cause us to hunt
Long and hard
Beyond your surface washed in
Battleship and slate
You seem to keep your brush in tones
Of every shade of grey
But I believe you have secrets
Mystery buried
In these monochromatic days
Coded and encrypted
Shrouded
Covered
Still hidden
Blanketed
Earth’s cumulus horizons wear
Her clouded smokey veil
Once we decide to see
The beauty in the shadows
There is glory all around
The lens of longing
Melts mere grey
Revealing nature’s song
Her symphony
A hallelujah chorus
Rocks sing out
In harmony with
Trees, naked, stripped
Bare
January
Quiet preacher of cold truth
January
please stay
January
Pour out your liquid silver
Let us cherish it as gold
January
Linger longer
In the cold with lessons of the Truth
Sit us by the embers of a January hearth
And teach us once again
Your January lessons
School us gently
In your mysteries
For
We are a people slow to learn
The truth
January, oh January please stay
If only one more day
elizabeth w. marshall 
“Quiet preacher of cold truth”
that’s good. That’s what my heart needs.. a QUIET preacher of cold truths… Often my truth speakers are very LOUD! 😉
Oh, I LOVE this! The words paint such a picture that is not only for my eyes, but for my soul and heart. I am so glad I came by, Elizabeth. And blessed.
Caring through Christ, ~ linda