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Feb 19 2022
There isn't much, after Valentine's Day,
no reprieve
from the long slog of winter.
When the chocolates
in the heart shaped box
have all been eaten,
the wilted roses
thrown away.
Romance was in the air;
now, the smell of boiled cabbage
from down the hall
seeps in under the door.
St. Patrick's, I guess.
Another saint,
although this one ended peacefully;
dying in bed
instead of losing his head
to a vengeful pagan Emperor.
And not love, but drunkenness,
carnal red
replaced with green.
So perhaps
the only thing to look forward to
is spring.
Not a man-made occasion
or artificial revelry
but Mother Nature's light and warmth,
rebirth, and reawakening
after too many months
of dormancy and dark.
The seasons
that have come and gone for millions of years
indifferent to us.
My Valentines was not debauched
I don't plan to get drunk.
But I will be out in spring
in the unaccustomed light;
bare feet
in cool green grass,
my sun-warmed face
turned up to the sky.
A small trifle. Something to scratch my writing itch.
Of all the times of the year – when a break is most needed – to have such a long drought between official holidays!
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