fabulous
february
with the patience of a bud
waiting for spring’s birthday
in the self-same month as mine
where mad march hares jump
and box the words and fight
over the lucky white heather
is this its grand design
the sedge that drains the hillside
oozing with the confidence
of the closening sun
race you to the top
the man becomes a child
the girl his mother
whatever you decide
gingham redresses time
as we settle in the white grass
spring’s budding begins
in your eyes and mine
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