Welcome January, harbinger of a brand new year;

When the archway of Janus, God of Doors, stands near;

As we picture our visions and see our way clear;

To realise the future dreams we hold so dear.

Welcome January, fine and fickle friend;

With your frost and cold deep cleaning the Earth;

Chilling our bones, filling lungs with icy air;

We see your natural exquisite beauty everywhere.

Welcome January, rising mists in the Sun;

As nights become shorter, we keep ourselves warm;

Feeding the birds, walking far as we step out at noon;

Gazing at the stars by the light of the Wolf Moon.

Sue Cartwright

Spiral Leaf