End Of January Poem by C Richard Miles

As Monday's melancholy metamorphoses
Lethargically into hushed apathy,
We wonder if tomorrow, Tuesday
Might be brighter or any better:
The day will dawn as usual
In some haze-grizzled dolour, no doubt,
Suffused with drizzled drabness
As January fades so feebly into February
When fog replaces slush and sleet
And grey displaces weary white.
We speculate if winter will
Re-energise itself for one last throw.