Ode to February

Winter’s crown jewel

Oh, February, What you lack in length you make up for in tenacity.

Smile sweetly, last in line a coiled snake waiting for your moment, You strike. A woman scorned, you’ll have your say.

We try to reframe you with hearts and holidays and heritage stories But your truth is this: Winter is yours.

A frozen heart shows little mercy. Skills sharpened by eons of time and practice.

You covet your clutch, icy fingers cling to your calling. Never denied.

Purpose crystallized in stillness You envelop and enfold our world in white and gray.

Never wavering in your intentions — It’s our fault if we forget. You didn’t mislead us with fantasies, we’ve only been lured by lies told by rodents and early images of Snowdrops and Crocus that peek through your skirts.

February, making no promises except that you’re true to yourself.

Maybe we can be friends after all.