January arrives with branches bare,
The summer fruit long come and gone.
The time is now to take great care,
Pruning limb and bough ‘fore next month’s dawn.
Read the poem "Almost".
A poem almost came to me the other day
but I was doing something more important
like opening mail or watching the news.
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"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."
- Leonard Cohen