For the love of February
The month of February was bumpy.
Long and short,
hard and soft,
but as a result,
I was able to let my arms grow long enough to embrace it all.
Including fields that are like ice
covered tundras, slippery as eels
and delicate wind sculpted snow drifts.
I watched the too few blue domed skies transform into dark,
beautiful, silver moon lit nights filled with stars.
How could one not be awed?
I ask myself
What day could I have wasted
Or thrown away
And still be where I am?
So I sit back at peace with the world.
Listening for March
To make her accent over the mountain.
Vickie Dash
February, 2015
