January!

Where had this warm day been wandering?
Above, in a sky of blue resembling May or June
The sun moves past the chimney and
Shines through the leafless trees.
The deck chair beckons, and a small bird
Sings repeatedly in the pine.
My busy cat returns, inquiringlyg seeming to say
"Are you just going to sit there?"
What to answer?
There is no other way except by pen and paper
To save this day.


GBP