January Poem by Mai Murphy Venn

Christmas 15 is gone to the back of our minds,
It was different this year and so one of a kind.
Welcome to January and all decorations being down,
But now the cold weather's here and frost is on the ground.



The fireside chair is my throne as I sit awhile,
Then onto the keyboard, which I greet with a smile,
I write a line of what's in my head and then stop,
I will think a little for a good inspiration to pop.



The T.V. news last night or the sermon at mass?
Sure they're always the same, maybe I give them a pass!
Well, there's my dog, a Jack Russell, and full of fun,
A faithful friend and a good watchdog that likes to run.



The birds always give me lots of ideas as they feed,
I look out at the red-breasted robin so small and so sweet,
On my still he stands, staunch and handsome yet timid and shy,
I gaze and gaze at him in wonder as he takes to the sky.



A wee little spider crosses my curtain to the other side,
Determined to get on his way and not be defied,
As he reaches his destination, he disappears from sight
He'll probably return later today or tonight.



I am recording these little proceedings with my virtual pen,
Contemplating that I might use them now or then,
For inspiration can appear from a leaf slowly descending,
So I depart from you now as my poem reaches its ending.