Fresh February Wishes

Ah, fill my cup with summer’s gold

These lips are numb from drinking cold

And let the blue unmingled be

With naught but sun-diamonds on sea

Then let this winter-land delight

To be shaken from robes of white

I yearn to join the eager child

Splashing through green with wonder wild

Glad, unencumbered, let it be

As river-madrigal runs free

Breathe soft into the sleeping dell

Tickle the ice-encased blue-bell

Ah, transform slope to sterling show  

Sweet sunshine, warm away our woe

And if it’s not too much to ask

Please, put some petals in your flask

Unfold upon the cheerless sky

Lilting of lark and butterfly

Stir within earth’s love-laden womb

Every bud waiting there to bloom

…and fill uplifted cups with gold

Long, long we’ve drunk these draughts of cold

Then end our season-suffering

Let every chalice brim with spring

© Janet Martin

I didn’t get any response from the sky so far; only the wind puffing snow-swirls ‘cross the field, so I pour a cup of ‘fresh’ mint tea with leaves we harvested last summer.