RAINBOW SALAD | POETRY | FEBRUARY
Winter’s Farewell, Spring’s Hello
Where magic blooms in the seasonal shift
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February, a chameleon, Cloaked in frost, yet dreaming of bloom, A realm where cold whispers meet sun’s cheer, A canvas painted with hope and with gloom.
“Feels odd, doesn’t it?” murmured Ella, Her breath a mist, her eyes scanning skies, “Like standing on a bridge between worlds, Where under every leaf, a mystery lies.”
Tom, with a chuckle, scooped up the snow, “Yet warmth teases on the breeze,” he said, “Imagine, magic at our fingertips, As winter’s cloak gently sheds.”
Through the woods, they wandered, Where silence spoke as loud as words, Beneath their feet, the crunch of snow, Above, the song of returning birds.
Ella stopped, her gaze fixed on a flower, Barely a bud, yet fighting through the frost, “A warrior,” she whispered, “braving the cold, Showing that not all magic is lost.”
Tom knelt beside her, his hand on her shoulder, “See how it strives, reaching for light? Much like us, seeking warmth in the cold, A testament to our own inner might.”
As they ventured, the snow began to recede, Revealing green shoots eager to grow, A transformation before their very eyes, A secret dance, slow and low.
“I reckon this is the magic,” Ella breathed, “Not in grand gestures or fiery displays, But in the quiet shift, the gentle thaw, The promise of brighter days.”
They found a clearing, bathed in sunlight, Where snow and grass in harmony lay, “Here,” Tom said, “is the thin line, Where seasons pause, reflect, and sway.”
Ella reached out, her fingers brushing grass, Then back to the snow, cool and crisp, “Two worlds,” she mused, “side by side, Bound by nature’s whimsical script.”
As the sun dipped low, casting golden hues, They sat in silence, the world painted anew, “February,” Tom said, “is a keeper of secrets, A guardian of the threshold between the old and the new.”
Ella nodded, her heart full, For in this moment, between winter and spring, They found magic, not just in the world around, But in the simple, beautiful things.
“Let’s return,” she finally said, “When the world once again is caught in between, To remind ourselves of the magic, In the places not all can be seen.”
With that, they turned, leaving the clearing, A pact between them, silently made, To seek magic in the transitions of life, In every dawn, every dusk, every shade.
For in February’s fleeting embrace, Lies a power, both subtle and grand, A reminder that in every ending, Lies the promise of a new land.
So here’s to the shifts, the changes, the turns, To finding magic in life’s every fold, For in the story of winter’s farewell and spring’s hello, Lies a tale of warmth, of magic, of bold.
|| C.J. Coop © 2024. All rights reserved. || UK Writer ||
