Christmastide's festive joy of feeding the hungry and warming those without a home, have not departed for the charitable. My reflections this New Year's week - as January's crystal clouds adorn the bright barren moon's half-hidden face. Her legacy of uniting lovers endures, as the comfort of a fire's romance ignites countless betrothals with icy diamonds lovingly placed on multitudes of fingers, and renewed commitments in separated couple's syncing hearts. January, January, your frigid airs - wolves breathe out in lacy vapors as snowy owls take flight in your forests so breathtaking in starshine. This night, this hopeful wintry night, though you're not of an earthly walk anymore, I'll keep remembrance eternally in my undying cherish for when we were joined - as January's crystal clouds adorn the bright barren moon's half-hidden face. ~