“January”
The days are
short,The sun a spark,
Hung thin
betweenThe dark and
dark.
Fat snowy
footstepsTrack the
floor.
Milk bottles
burstOutside the door.
The river isA frozen place
Held still
beneathThe trees of
lace.
The sky is
low.The wind is gray.
The radiatorPurrs all day.
John Updike
Wuinnie The
Pooh
wtp
