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.
Comments
You’re so right . . . . why is it that February always feels like the longest month? Maybe all that grey stretches time out.
Posted by: Kathryn Dyche Dechairo | February 22nd, 2012 08:31
Oh, you are so kind to February.
Posted by: missing moments | February 22nd, 2012 09:18
February has been unseasonably warm here in Ohio and since February has given us a break perhaps I too should give her a break and buy flowers. Lovely sentiments.
Posted by: Teresa O | February 22nd, 2012 09:51
february. not here, not there. bless her heart and buy her flowers. love this. and you.
Posted by: Debi | February 22nd, 2012 09:52
This is lovely!
Posted by: Mama Zen | February 22nd, 2012 13:23
I’m going out to the store and buy Feb. a flower…………..
Posted by: Nana | February 23rd, 2012 10:19
So true – that February tends to be grey. But here..today – I saw crocuses unexpectedly popping their heads thru the ground. Spring has – maybe? – sprung!!!
Posted by: Marcie | February 23rd, 2012 15:28