January

January's twilight horizon was a striking tangerine pink.  
The cold brittle hours seem to turn agonizingly slow.  
Soul searching with way too much time to think.  
Frigid air preserves the stark milk white snow.  
 
The sun and my heart struggle in their morning ascent.  
The enigma of despair is disguised in many forms.  
Questioning life where the road is unknown and bent.  
Answers buried in the ravage of mental storms.
 
I imagine the soft warmth of spring sun on my face.  
Hope prevails despite winter's brutal little death's.  
Accepting life's mysteries and  it's curious places.
To just start living and stop counting the breath's.