February’s Colour

I looked into a February sky.
It’s dark, inky blueness
had no moon yet.

The car warmed me, as
tall, looming street lights
shone like stars, sparkling.

Spring is coming, I thought,
but winter’s icy hands
are still upon us.

How sad for February
that I wish it away
most every year

like an unwanted
stray at my door,
trying to be friendly.

Poor February,
it’s but a small bridge
to March

but for a moment,
this evening,
it was warm and full of colour.

 

– Ruth Walters

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