January Winds
I love the start of each new year
When the billows blow
It’s the faithful winds of January
They come both fast and slow.
I love the start of each new year
Our hair gets tossed left right
Oh these winds they pack a wallop
Look out! Your hat’s blown outta sight!
I love the start of each new year
The whoosh-whoosh sounds of air
That suddenly takes my breath away
Lifting moods from down here to up there!
I love the start of each new year
I wish to make that clear
Until February comes around though
Then my heart plummets I fear…
[…to be continued…in February]
