January Poem
January
The days are short,
The sun a spark
Hung thin between
The dark and dark.
Fat snowy footsteps
Track the floor.
Milk bottles burst
Outside the door.
The river is
A frozen place
Held still beneath
The trees of lace.
The sky is low.
The wind is gray.
The radiator
Purrs all day.
~John Updike
from The Random House Book of Poetry for Children
For our first poetry assignment when we return to schooling this coming week, we will be reading the above poem and then writing our own poems of what January means to us! I plan to first have my daughter brainstorm a list of things that she thinks of when she thinks of January, this is always helpful to jumpstart a poem. What does January mean to you?!
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