In winter’s grasp

I was hopeful, with the new year
to gather new inspiration
or, if not that
at least energy…
so far, not so.
It has been a January of inaction
mostly
I am a good
(or bad)
three weeks behind
in a poetry on-line class
I could not wait to begin…
I am paralyzed by
Winter.
The cold, I used to long for
blows hard and for
too many days
and weeks.
Spring,
you are weeks away-
I still long for you
to awaken the sleeping Earth.