Sunday, 1 February 2015

Dear February...

You are short and delicate. An escape month. Like a new island you glisten with the commotion that life is possible. Sweet smelling and ravishing with natural delight.

Bring me anticipated hope and gentle belonging. Show me enough gusto to see you through.
Show me your fury and I'll stand stable.

Flow well and thorough. Busy, but able.

Flirt with the notion that you are more than March; resilient and vigourous.

Dance fast. Run fast. Think fast. But please, be gracious and show a loud silence, a vacant presence. 

Just be, February.

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