06/06/98

		"remember january"

fallen leaves, dying trees
and the light that was
so bright again
fades away

but i cannot say
i truly remember anything
between the early morning
and late nights

breath of mist and smoke
it warms the heart
just a little while
at the dawn

i wish i could say
january was beautiful
but even though i love
the winter, it was cold

and i've felt alone before
in my room and darkness
when i lived by candlelight
and drew breath by a whim


				© 1998 Andrea K