Tagged: February
a new month arrives
a new month arrives
without a stir, february,
donning rabbits’ feet
.
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february tries
february tries
to shed off winter, time and
time again, counting
down and skipping through the days,
relying on a groundhog
.
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february stroll
february stroll
around the block – snow, melting
over sweet gum balls
.
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we flock into
we flock into
february like
birds,
clinging
to a lost pattern
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: lost
i am alive in
i am alive in
the first of february,
equally hopeful
and terrified, appealing
for someone to palm life’s coin
.
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there is magic in
there is magic in
a leap year, whether
we receive an extra
day or month. there
is latitude and
longitude to stretch
out these lengthy,
ancillary memories.
there is allowance
to indulge, to
slip away to that
corner of our
brain that is not
averse to trying
something new,
just for today,
just this year
.
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february’s wintry
february’s wintry
mix only lets up
long enough
for breakfast
.
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the first half of
the first half of
February buttons
up her coat, stands
by the doorway,
and waits for the
appropriate moment
to bow out, pulling
absently on her
cinnamon gloves
.
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