A January Sunday Poem by jan hansen

A January Sunday

A January Sunday

It is forenoon with showers of rain
Houses try to huddle together for warmth
The trees on the avenue are still wrapped
In light that comes on when darkness falls
At five in the afternoon
Indoor heavy jumpers are worn too early to
Switch on the electric heating
We watch TV, drink coffee, wait for lunch

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