It's both natural and not and as calm as can be
Yet still my mind wonders how it would feel to sink

The light hum of a boat as it passes by
The gentle breeze and the clouded sky
The unnatural waves splash near the rock where I sit
And yet somehow not a drop ever hits
I stay dry and watch seagulls fly
The barnicals break and the sea foam does rise

Thank you so much!

I wrote it because I have bad social anxiety and the noises bother me 😅 but I like the horror take!

I don't know any poems specifically about January, but I know a lot of winter poems! One of my favorite short ones being Dust of Snow by Robert Frost. (I know, it's kind of a basic choice lol)

And some days I'm a rose, tattered and worn
Sometimes I'm like blood flowing through the day
And others I'm spilled out like a heart in disarray
But in every shade, in each form I take,
I know it's my color, my truth, my mistake.

It's a color so diverse with meanings that vary
It's beautiful as love and warm like a fire
It's as dark as death and bloody as an empire
It can be good or bad depending on how you see it
And for me, a color so undefined just fits
Some days I'm like the sun, happy and warm

I love ajr! what's your favorite song by them? I like Turning out and Way Less Sad