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Beautiful Re-Creation
Childness
Consolation
The Dance
Drifting
Fairy Tale Life
January
Leaves
The Monster
My True Companion
Nor' Eastah
Ode to Christina
The Risk to David
Teacher
Words
You know my Soul

January

01/12/2001

Night comes quickly this time of year.
Held in a wintery embrace of time
We creep along, ever so slowly.
Our blood is thicker now, our chill more bearable.
We've walked on water - every day we do
And it doesn't surprise us at all.
Merry merry, all the way.  No time to be depressed.
Then January comes, and the bare tree limbs point to the sky.
They show us things we denied back when we made our Santa lists.
Our resolutions were broken five days ago
And after all the excitement, what do we do?
Huddle down and wait out the cold, that's what.
We reassure ourselves.  Everything Will be alright.
Spring will come eventually; it's only a matter of time.
And the sun sets again, promptly at 4:30 in the afternoon.
Let the night be still, and may our hearts do likewise.
For winter is not really a time of sorrow, but rather a time of peace.
And peace is something all of us need more of.
Especially today.

-Amy Nightengale, 2001