February

February

Fickle, fickle February

Your pleated movements

Down from the North,

In from the West,

Up from the South

Your moon in Leo.

Thirty-nine years of

February

Pushing and pulling-

A love

A lover-

Finding reasons to stay,

Selling reasons to go,

But it was always negotiable.

Fickle February:

I’d wrap you in

Leopard fur coats

As your obligations

Whispered their

Rules.

Whispered to

Echos to

Shouts to

Silence.

To a place of

Understanding,

Defiant and deferent.

February.

The guardian of

The seasons.

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From the collection Catching Dusk With Our Teeth, available now at most online retailers.