January has settled in with a merry thump,
like a good friend plopping down with a drink in her hand
and I welcome the after-busy,
way she has about her.
I’ve loved January since I was a little girl,
how she holds my birthday
and feels like maybe it really will snow tonight,
deep and fluffy this time,
and bring the sleds out of the garage
and maybe even close down schools
and what if I don’t even do my homework
cause it could happen!
….yeah, I love that about her.
She reminds me of the magic of a night long ago,
dangling over the side of my bed
to peek at a little stack of presents beneath
wrapped in pale yellow paper
covered in bright birthday balloons
just waiting for tomorrow,
waiting for me!
I remember whispering in the dim sliver of light from the hall,
“I can hardly believe I’m almost 5!”
It was pure wonder.
Somehow January takes me there again,
suspended over a little pile of unopened gifts
just waiting for the sun to rise.
And, hey, I can hardly believe I’m almost 51!
“Life is an occasion.
Rise to it.”