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One Year Ago, February

Winter was wearing her final lace gown

Look close, spring’s earliest blooms

were sprouting like fresh news

February promises an end to bitter winter

honoring history and presidents

even making a sweet case

for chocolate hearts

Then, so far, we were relatively safe

from space lasers

giant lizard people

and corrupt narcissists who would be king

We were still on this side of chill in the air

blue northers lurking out there somewhere

The movement on foot to defeat

the worst germs that we had ever seen

We owed ten ounces of humor

to a man in mittens

and six ounces of spite

to a woman who hated Christmas

It was February

early in the year

early in the chapter

of a new year

of a new book

Into the library, we went

laying our hands open

waiting to embrace the pages

waiting for answers

waiting to fold all the bad chapters

and tuck them away into the crisp air

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4 Comments

  1. Love this poem, Lana. Captures the essence of February, so short and yet so looooong. The man in mittens, is that Bernie? I hadn’t thought of that in a while and it made me smile, Bernie on a folding chair in his sensible coat and giant mittens. I love the library part, too, as if getting lost in a book could solve all the world’s problems. Maybe it does, letting us escape for an afternoon. Glad to see you back!

    • broussardlana broussardlana

      Hi Joan, it’s nice to see you here too! I actually wrote this last February, took it out the other day, and thought it was an interesting reflection of one year ago. Seems like yesterday. And yes, February is so short, yet so long. We are just digging out from a snow and ice storm which we don’t handle that well in these parts, ha ha! Yes, Bernie is the man in mittens, I loved those wonderful, big mittens! Then there was that certain woman who hated Xmas, lol, and now, in a time of massive book banning, more people might try solving their problems in the library. Thanks for stopping by and reading, always glad to chat with you!

  2. This poem feels so heartbroken to me, Lana. I feel like we’re still waiting on so many levels. It was wonderful to see your post pop up today and to know I was going to be gifted with your words. I hope you’re doing well and that there’s a spark of hope inside you for better days to come. Hugs

    • broussardlana broussardlana

      Oh Diana, it is still sad, I agree. Winter is always a tough time for me as it is. The bright spot in this one was the man in the big mittens, but the rest, sigh…. Seems to even be compounded more with what’s going on in the world. Hope is so important, and I think the better days will follow. Hope you are also doing well, it is always good to hear from you! Hugs 🙂

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