Under a full moon, you welcomed

me into the world.

The icy whip of the midnight air

far from me, yet, a part of me

all at once.

You became synonymous with my birth,

this day in time binding us

together, forever.

January will always be my month.

A month of definition of character—

of my predetermined path.

I carry you with me,

a secret that for a moment,

feels just for me—a bond with time.

Together we will go hand in hand,

exploring the years as they pass.

Taking each one by our winter storm.