You have to feel for February, the runt
of Gregorian’s litter. Some way short of second best.
Full of winter gloom. Feasting
off lingering hangovers
cast from late December festive frolics
& midnight parties to celebrate
resolute sky-high hopes.
Who enjoys Kale-monath?
By the time it rolls round
has got way, way too comfy.
Solmonath (the mud month) has little to offer
as the prospect of March
hovers over the horizon, tantalising
with spring in its step
& the promise to fetch longer days.
Cosy cherubs cast a vote for February
as their most desired month. Not an attractive proposal,
unless you’re a lover.
Because even the most affectionate of dates
may exaggerate the disdain experienced
when the postie delivers heartache
instead of cards from Cupid.