The January Morn

It's

January morn

And

It's 

Too cold.

Clouds floating 

In sky

And 

Sun shies.

Beams of sun,

are wrapped up

In mist.

But,

Sun is lost,

somewhere

In east.

Only Snow and fog,

that's all

I can see .

Birds are singing,

Their winter melodies .

Cats rolling in the grass 

And snowy mud.

Rivers appearing,

pure 

And clear .

Breath is blowing,

Like steam, from 

The mouth. 

Fog is rolling, 

with 

snow on ground .

It's all,

Where 

I'm ending up,

For the day .

Trust me,

This winter

Is hard to endure.