Six Weeks in January gathers 22 poems written from a bedroom window during the darkest month of the year. Derek J. Allison watches squirrels bound through fresh snow, listens to the deep silence of a winter night, and endures the relentless grey that seems to swallow every dawn. There are power outages and ice dragons at the garden door. There are mystery tracks left by midnight visitors and a cardinal waiting his turn at the feeder.
These poems live in the waiting—for warmth, for color, for the sun to finally clear the treeline. When it does, the collection closes with something close to joy. A quiet book about paying attention to a difficult season, and finding that the light, eventually, returns.
