Valentine 2014 (number 25)
January has gone, thank fuck.
Now this sorry month, is bereft of cold too.
All we have is a sister's unwanted birthday
and this day, set aside for love.
I accept there's something about snow,
be it a softening that makes worlds new,
or an awakening that kindles something in you.
An ancestral memory of a Nordic flow, maybe.
So I hope that between now and March
arctic winds get together and blow
freeze, sodden ground starch stiff.
What greater gift for your birthday?
Until then, I'll clench an unseasonal rose
between coffee stained teeth
because, beneath this broke back exterior,
I still grow for you..