February #poetry #Earthweal

February’s a fine month
of snowdrops and crocuses, the
first whisperings of early spring:
can you hear them
fighting for breath
beneath the sleeping earth?
Place your ear to the ground
through the dust
you may just
hear them sing.

February’s a fun month
the month that I was born, and
I still celebrate this re-awakening
though I’m a long time grown:
this poet’s month
seedlings of songs
and creativity are borne
aloft upon the still chill
winds, whistling
a springtime tune.

February’s a blue month
loves I’ve lost
and loves I’ve won
come crowding my mind at eventide
even as I write this song
yet I trust that in a month or two
the sorrows of past winters
will be gone
and I will celebrate
the summer rush
of love reborn.

February’s a parti-coloured month
of tapestry flowers
in bits of purple-gold they come
adorning locked-down hours
and I shall pick
a wildflower bloom
and we shall call it ours
emerging from cold wintertide
to dream of
springtime bowers.

© Experimentsinfiction 2021, All Rights Reserved

Written for Earthweal

This week, Sarah is our host at Earthweal, and she has set us the challenge of writing a poem for Imbolc:

‘Traditionally celebrated at the start of February, Imbolc is a festival of new life and new beginnings. The name derives from “in the belly” — the first stirrings of life, seeds starting to sprout.’

This started out as a much shorter poem for Twitter – or perhaps more of a seedling of a poem, from which this longer creation grew.