January Haiku

The days grow longer,

but the wind is cold and dry.

Lovers stay inside.

January Rain

Rain washing the stones clean now, where just last week the Christmas Market stood like a magical night on the silk road, tents lit bright from within welcoming the pilgrims. Rain sluicing across the smooth grey faces of the flagstones, erasing all the petty little scrapes and scars. Everything is smooth and shiny, under the January rain.