February Fantasies
Its cold but sunny,
tempting to think of spring.
Clouds and sunshine
overhead vie for space
up above my head and
lovely ripples of water
dance around snow islands.
Nothing touches the air
except the breath that from its
very origin has longed for
escape from every form of
reality.
Beating soft within my breast
every desire for spring.
Just as certainty hides quiet
under the surface,
so desire for secluded spaces
to disappear into obscurity.
Only the cold holds me back,
no will to leave a path that
certainly would become my
earthy haven in the spring..
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