In my deepest January
I open doors in my mind
Let my feet nestle in the fallen leaves
Watch the moon waxing and waning
And hear the stars sing
Their apple-sweet melodies
In my deepest January
I take a deep breath
And give thanks for the words
Which continue to flood my thoughts
I capture them like fireflies
And let them shine inside me
In my deepest January
I dream of faeries collecting
Washed up shells
On the coastlines of my youth
Cowries and mermaids purse
Shining treasures coming to a stop
In my deepest January
I cast my soul inwards
And my eyes outwards
Find comfort inside and out
In my deepest January
I feel rooted in my year
Of times gone past
And times yet still to come.
