February...

do you notice the heart in the above frost-fretwork?! sweet!

You paint the windows with feathered abandon

Frost field and fell with soft yellow and blue

One day a wild thing untethered and random

The next a stunning still-life avenue  

You mark the hour with cotton-ball flowers

Pummel with pillows a landscape at rest

You spark a sonnet with snow-stenciled bowers

Steal our breath with beauty’s brumal best

You draw us nearer to that dear exodus

When the bud breaks beneath Time’s pulsing push

You are the shearer of woolly white stratus

Tucking the earth beneath dazzling plush hush

You make the miser forget about money

If but for a moment, with geysers of gold

Your five-star meal of fresh-baked bread and honey

Makes us feel happy, whether young or old

You ready us for love’s headier romance

Highlights and low-blows, a mixed company

You form a frigid mosaic with moments

Warmed by a kettle-song’s afternoon tea

© Janet Martin