I happen to like February. It has a lovely mixture of my favorites, which give me something something to look forward to and anticipate... Like my birthday :-) And the way you can visibly see winter fading and giving away to the inevitable spring. I love being able to savor the last few times I can possibly sip a mug of hot tea before it get's hot and take pictures of that winter sky. I'm not going to lie though, I never really miss winter but I do enjoy it when it's around.
Looking out from my window, I see the gorgeous promise of a full spring in the seemingly dead brown branches of the silent trees. It's that in between time. It's not that cold anymore but it still looks like winter.
So with that, I'll leave you... but with a poem I finished today. Thoughts?
THE SILENT SONG
Was it the song in a dream
That haunts you in your sleep?
Or the melody you caught one day
From some place far away?
It's the silent song that follows you
In your mind alone it plays
You always try to grasp it's tune
But it's always too late
Because like a ship in a tempest
The silent song must vanish
Leaving you haunted and breathless
Pale, shaken but somehow fearless
You can only faintly recall
The instense rise and fall
And the eerie fading throng
Of your ever silent song.