In January's heart, where snow once lay,
Now barren, empty, in dismay.
Gone are the crystals, winter's charm,
Replaced with stillness, cold and harm.
The trees stand naked, branches bare,
No laughter heard, just silent air.
The world in grayscale, shades of sorrow,
Longing for snowflakes, we borrow.
Joyless January, dreams are few,
Skies once bright, now a somber hue.
In this cold void, we search for light,
Hoping for snowfall, pure and white.
Yet as January's days wane and blur,
We cast our hopes on Feb February.
A beacon of hope, a brighter day,
May it bring the joy that January swept away.