January in Chicago, a poem

January in Chicago

Winter in January
is
bleak,
gray,
cold,
cold with humidity,
cold with wind,
and even
cold that might be dry.

You never know
what to expect
of a January in Chicago.

Maybe drifts
of blowing snow,
maybe no snow
at all,
maybe
below zero,
maybe in the forties,
maybe even
in the fifties.

One never knows
what to expect
the first month
of the year
in Chicago.

Chicago can be colder
than Alaska
or warmer
than Florida
on any
given day
in January.

The day
can be gloomy
or the sun
will shine,
blazing through
the cloud cover
and proclaiming
itself
the ruler
of the day.

January
can be
a month
where
it is great
to take
a walk
with the dog
or
it can
be a day
when if
you do,
you land
flat
on
the
ground.

Chicago
weather
in
January
is
unpredictable.

Come
to
think
of
it,
is
it
not
that
way
all
year?

About Richard Koerner

Almost seventy something, father, papi, educator, organizer, Francophile, traveler, amateur photographer, gardener, cyclist, kayaker, calligrapher, cinephile, reader, and overall renaissance type human being.
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