Rain In January

Rain In January

Oh . . .cold water,

Falls from heaven as

a pale month

begins the New Year.

I digress to days

when the sunshine

seemed so abundant

I could store it inside

and never be cold again.

When light has come

into the world,

But I loved darkness instead.

So, I digress to nights

when lighter shades of gray grass

bleed into unending black trees

covering fear and deeds.

Oh . . . rain water,

Solitary and cold

like the night.

Sound accompanied only by fear

void of touch.

I awake, alone to

the mourning of the trees

lamenting for an unseen enemy

ripped away their green prize

leaving them bare and cold.

But even bare trees

lift their branches

towards heaven.

Reaching for the rain,

to cleanse the sickness

since the sun's too far

from the earth.

Still, with faith in restoration.

Faith can be found

in darkness as well as light.

For faith is to touch,

and touch is to heal.

I found progression in acceptance.

And faith in the cold rain;  

that overwhelming touch.

For I know

virtue has gone out of me.