February will not smolder,
she will brew. When you’ve reached
the middle of her and you think
she’s through, she’ll puff a little
warmth at you, and then – perhaps –
return to what you think is Winter.
She plays the kinky spinster teacher
standing at the doorway of the school –
waiting for you to come back:
warm up, have a snack, and chat.
You notice, when you do, that she
is not as un-alluring as all that.
But do remember: she will brew.
And what she brews is March –
April – May – you.
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