Februa

we cleanse ourselves in icy waters

to purify our souls, for days are short

and of the essence,

I await the sublime capricious beauty

who stalks this land,

eyes of amethyst pierce my heart

a brazen ring of pearl to kiss

and snow-cloaked winged feet,

transfixed, my frozen stare

my pure white love,

briefly traps her frigid gaze,

she brusquely shakes her snowy cape

spreading violets and the primrose

and in a blink is gone.

Published by grahamrsherwood