February makes me cry
a mixture of snow and rain
constant grey
Iβm glad he died in February, why spoil another month
A mixture of snow and rain
messy slush
Iβm glad he died in February, why spoil another month
sad ground, dirty snow and frozen mud
Messy slush
trudging to the ICU, heavy footed, heavy hearted
sad ground, dirty snow and frozen mud
an oboe playing a singular dirge with trudging timpani
Trudging to the ICU, heavy footed, heavy hearted
constant grey
an oboe playing a singular dirge with trudging timpani
February makes me cry
Iβm glad he died in February, why spoil another month
Ev Ward, Feb 8, 2025


A beautiful poem. Your heart sounds broken. Stay the course.