Light of January
Our star will not achieve the height of its chart now,
nor heat of later months or of lower latitudes,
so sets a laser gaze~
a face full of sheared light,
sharp with crystalline shards,
slicing through dry black caws,
weaving strands of cerulean shade
cross the shattered boughs and
brittle remnants of those
cast down
in a final crack, a cold rebuke.