keep close

i like january.

it is clean and crisp and obvious.

the skies are quiet, be that with snow or

strong air. no smells linger long enough to

distract, save the occasional sturdy whiff from

a wood fire. i have a friend who reminds me

of january. her colours are stark, honest; her presence

carves an empty space you can curl into and be

held, comfort. january’s colour is that of a fresh

bruise, violet and blue and purple. some will tell you

that violet is a made up colour, which makes me laugh,

as i filter through all the other made up names

given to hues of light, even the white of this

thick frost has shifted since i sat down to write.

colour is a happening, no

thing is fixed. keep moving with

it, keep watch. soon it will be

time again for coffee.