It’s my intention to reinvent February—
Conjuring up dreams of yellow daffodils on green stems,
A lost lover’s deep kisses,
A new freedom from the observation that
More light arrives with each passing day.
I’ll have myself a new February!
Without the blood red center,
Without the memories of loss and regret.
I’ll distill and drink every last drop of sunlight from each passing day
And this new February will be my magical portal to Spring.
