February

Photo by Madara Moroza on Unsplash

February is a transition,
the pause between tired festivities 
and the unfurling of the
awakening earth;

it is the season of snowdrops,
yet the calendar holds it breath 
against a vista of grey light
and skeletal trees,
waiting for more;

I feel myself soften like the snow,
melting as the frost dissipates,
while the ghost of March 
hums beneath the slush;

February is a month of waiting,
and I count the minutes of extra light 
as they stretch, like a promise,
across the thawing ground. 
~

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Written using my prompt “season of the snowdrops” on National Snowdrop Day. Didn’t actually realise that this morning, when I wrote this, but very aptly penned!

Jo xo