In January's grip, the world holds tight,
A citrus tang, a frozen bite.
Sun's kiss is fleeting, skies of steel,
Yet hidden secrets winter wields.
Snow-kissed boughs drip diamonds bright,
Each branch a chandelier of light.
The air, a crisp and sparkling wine,
Wakes senses numb with summer's decline.
Beneath the frost, a promise sleeps,
Of buds that dream and roots that creep.
The frozen pond, a mirrored shield,
Reflects the moon, a story sealed.
In steaming mugs, hot cocoa's charm,
Melts icy fingers, keeps hearts warm.
Laughter crackles in the frosty air,
As embers glow, banishing despair.
Juicy January, stark and bold,
A tale of endings, stories told.
A canvas bare, awaiting spring,
Where frost-kissed dreams take wing.
So let us revel in the chill,
In frosted silence, stand until
The sun ignites, the earth awakes,
And juicy January gently breaks.
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