my path

January
so easy to forget 
one's path
days
sometimes bright 
and cold
sometimes dark 
and stormy

I will try
try to remember

so cold has been the weather

it's crispness
that of the air
almost makes 
one's eyes smart

all is so brilliant
the dogs 
of the sun
ring bright
and true
bout the orb


might i dare
to breathe

Finally some relief after four days. Felt much longer. And now the clouds too, have returned.