A year of winter: remembering January

people walking in the street

In January

Being water, being rain
and finally getting to be snow
making her body lace
I forget how the line goes
something about singing
while the years turn into birds
I sure wish I could remember
how it went because you loved
to make snow angels
every time it snowed
in January

— From my notebook
(on the eve of endings, &
for Houston)

photo credits (where not otherwise credited)

“crosswalks” / Ryoji Iwata on Unsplash (an extraordinary photographer)