Despite the six-day-run of record breaking warm temperatures it really is still February. And that was brought home to me this weekend up at the cabin. Highs of 20 degrees and snow squalls.
Secretly, it pleased me to see the ground blanketed with white once again since it's definitely winter no matter how you dice it. But I am done with the month of February. That taste of 60-degree days spoiled me, and I am hoping for the arrival of an early spring.
Yes, It's Still February
In this mini-month
the days drag their feet
over blizzard slag heaps
beneath clouds of wet wool
velcroed to the sky.
They schlep carryalls filled
with sniffles and coughs
and their own guarded secret
which I finally intuited:
each of them is 36 hours long
like the Dantesque days of residency.
Marilyn Aschoff Mellor
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