in february, color hides in small places
you have to look hard to find it,
pink and purple, blue and orange, yellow and green.
sometimes, you have to buy it.
flowers from the market, pretty bits of paper from the craft store,
a floral scarf.
but i can’t be mad at february for being grey,
forced to stand there in the cold and mud and slush
doing nothing but waiting.
it’s not her fault, she being the shortest month
that always, always becomes the longest month.
i’m sure that given a choice,
she would have preferred to be june.
perhaps she needs flowers more than i do, after all.
next time, i will buy us each a bouquet.
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