January

Do you see the greyness?
Despair at the rain?
Grumble at the cold and damp?
Or do you marvel at the glorious sunrise?
Awe-struck by luminous rainbows filling the sky
Heart-lifted by frost-wrapped blades of grass
Breath-taken by mist-consumed valleys
Soul-sung by arcing skeins of geese
Knee-bent by the bounteous majesty of the sunset
Lift your heads
Look around 
He is here