Early January morn.
Too soon to stir.
Frigid winds.
So cold, didn’t think
the sun would appear.
Perfect backdrop,
silver grey sky.
Surprised to hear birds
I can not move.
Body weighed down by
sun-yellow,
coarse wool
blankets.
It’s another
winter Monday.
Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. Janet prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers. A lot. Her column appears weekly on Oddball Magazine.