It seems the moon is underfoot,
As I cross the field of frost.
January is settling in,
Showing us who's boss.
She might blow snow and sleet all day,
Or rain and gusty wind.
You could have a day with knee-length pants,
Run two miles round the bend.
January has Blue Northers,
That will catch us by surprise,
That roar in from the Northern plains,
In a darkened gray disguise.
Texas, like no other state,
Causes weathermen to worry,
Folks are swimming down in Galveston,
Abilene has light snow flurries.
January unpredictable sets the stage,
And we best prepare to dance.
She'll steal your heart with “Auld Ang Zine.”
No warning in advance.