February

 

February,
but through the open window
birdsong. 

Two variations on a theme...

Black Winter's night,
twinkling stars.
Beautiful cold.

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This Winter night--
even the stars look cold!

Rewrite! (8/6/2024)

Huddling in my blankets--

tonight even the stars 

look cold!.

Though

it rains hard and feels
like Winter, a ladybug
flies past my window.

Two birds celebrate
Winter's thaw with song, though Spring's
new air is still cold.

And speaking of feeling depressed...

Stop! When I hear this
song, I only remember
death and losing you.




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Your ashes now sit
in a cedar box. Winter
now comes without you.