January Fields

Winter's Fields

Rue Cooper
January is a cold month in Pennsylvania and many times the fields are gold and brown. This is a poem for winter.

"January Fields"

January days and sun is cold
Tall grass in fields is gold
With seeds encased in paper fold
The base of stem a blushing red

Blooms are dry and dead
Wind blows cold about my head
Sky is brooding
Steel-gray lead

All the trees are bare
A skeleton sea
Still barren heart
It calls to me

Published by Rue Cooper

Rue Cooper is a free lance writer living in Pennsylvania. She watches a lot of television shows and old comedy movies. She is interested in homeschooling, religions, biography, science, history, world cultu...  View profile

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  • JerseyNana2/4/2010

    Great way to paint a picture with your lovely words!

  • Michele Starkey2/1/2010

    It's calling to me, too, and I'm yelling back at them "C'mon Spring!" Cheers.

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