Here Comes February Poem by Paul Reed

January has grey moods
That swim in the caverns of the mind
Far away from the corners
That hold holidays
And collected joyous memories;

January is long
Because it is a no-man's land
Between the entrenched lines
Of Winter and Spring
And difficult to cross;

Dante and wandering minstrels all
Suspend their flights of fancy
Until the morning light returns
And the road ahead
Returns to dust;

This is the last day
For eyes to scan the sky
For the yawning and yearning
To give way to Valentines
And thrusting buds;

The first calendar page is turned
And goes to the back
Never to be seen again,
As the daffodils await
To bring us their yellow wishes;

Meet me on the top of the hill
In the rare air that fills lungs
And tugs at scarves,
Shout with me -
Here comes February!