January Trees
By: Leah-Joy Smith
Bare as a broken hearts left hand,
But steady.
Stretch up to the sky.
Point in all directions.
Solid as a church pew,
But bending.
Grab the sky confetti.
Take in rest.
Wrap up close,
Like a jogger in January.
Hold tight to yellow warmth.
Waiting for tomorrow.
Prepare your leaf buds,
Protect beauty from ice.
Sink deep into the dirt.
Settle into home.
Spring, like waves on the shore,
Will come.
