Mid-February keeps it’s time,
holding tight to snow and earth
frozen to raw mud.  Before sap runs
this month will ignore returning birds
and snap and swallow budding
back to whiteness, allowing no green
except naked grass, uncovered where sun melts snow

February clings to ice, refusing to admit
winter’s back is broken
because, underground
crocuses are stirring.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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40 Responses to February

  1. Ah, those dear little crocuses … where there’s life there’s hope 🙂

  2. johncoyote says:

    I like February. It is a short month and Spring will be here soon. Thank you for the excellent poetry.

  3. claudia says:

    because underground
    crocuses are stirring….yes…yes…yes… spring is close and i can’t wait for it to spread its flower gown across the land…sigh…dEEEP sigh…smiles

  4. Tony says:

    Crocuses are stirring – but snowdrops are out in Scotland, which is a sure sign that the darkest days of winter are behind us. There might still be snow and ice to come, but the days are getting longer.

    This is a lovely poem, full of fine observation and bringing hope.

  5. Love all the crackling consonance in the last stanza!

  6. nelle says:

    Yes yes yes! What I really miss, at my old home peepers started singing in mid-March. First sound of one solitary peeper, soon to be many, was cause for a dance and a beer, no matter time of day.

  7. tashtoo says:

    I can feel them stirring…and I can’t wait! Wonderful piece, Susan…and as beautiful February sound…even with the mud…those blooms can’t come fast enough for me!

  8. janehewey says:

    mm mmm wonderful hopeful green. (although, I have honestly been loving the winter ; ) )

  9. Mary says:

    Yes! So optimistic…glad to hear that winter’s back is broken and those crocuses are stirring!! Bring on spring.

  10. brian miller says:

    smiles…i like that spring is already stirring…it is as well…it may not seem it but it is just below the surface and will soon be on us…smiles.

  11. Alex Dissing says:

    Yes, spring is sprouting somewhere down there. Beautiful description. Poems like this one make me wish I had a time machine!

  12. “Raw mud” and “naked grass” loved these descriptions. 🙂

  13. kelly says:

    Yes! And thank goodness for that!

  14. Stan Ski says:

    Happens every year, and it still amazes us… 🙂

  15. lucychili says:

    i love crocuses, ours come in autumn, perhaps a different species, pale pink and delicate. best wishes for your spring =)

  16. Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

    I like how you describe this as a “broken back.” That seems to me to be the perfect image, the perfect metaphor here. I find that it is something you can watch and feel happen if you pay very close attention.

    • Oh, i agree. That phrase, ‘winter’s back is broken” came to me a few years ago, in the middle of my block. Glad it came back to me for this poem.

      • Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

        I have long felt that February and August are paired. It isn’t just that they are six months apart, it is that the form the outer perimeter of something bigger than the seasons themselves. I don’t know what that is, but it is something that has been sitting with me for years.

        • Oh! I can sense what you mean, right under the solar plexus. You NEED to write about that, Jeremy. One breaks winter, the other summer, and they are both the last gasps (sort of) of a season before the true equinox. Something mystical is in there.

          • Jeremy Nathan Marks says:

            I feel like the elongation and the shortening of the days has everything to do with this, as you are saying.

            • Yes–perhaps one triggers our pineal gland (where we secrete melatonin and linked to light and day length) to slow down a bit (August), while the other wakes it up (February). I do think this is something we feel on an instinctive level that has not quite been civilized out of us.

  17. zongrik says:

    ah…. waiting for spring…a perennial pastime

    Initiated Kiss

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