At the end of six weeks I did spy
A dawning of light in the southern sky
Though it didn't last long
It started a song
As a blowing sound passed by
For its warming wave
Caused the artic to cave
And move out to the world around
As the north begins to warm
The cold fronts start to form
In a move to the south
From the foul bear's mouth
It's January's  frontal storm
The arctic air glides
‘til the bear subsides
And moderation in temperatures abound
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