Monday, February 27, 2006

February is a Tease

Today the morning was overflowing with the hope of rain,
heavy and heady,
even the sparrows, busy in their melody making,
were a little more playful, a little more jovial.
I could feel the Earth's heart beating rhythmically beneath my feet,
the gentle systole and diastole of a living, breathing planet,
each beat a promise--
a promise of change and rebirth,
of life on the edge of something glorious,
each beat a promise of something new and renewed,
the promise of green.
And tomorrow February will change her fickle mind
and run back into the arms of Winter's familiar embrace.
But for today she's daring to remember,
daring to take the plunge.
February is a tease like that.


Anonymous melanie said...

she sure is a tease! as usual, your words are pure eloquence.

8:12 PM  
Anonymous autum said...

Beautiful as always

8:38 PM  
Blogger Deb R said...

You make February sound beautiful. My words about her tend to be both less eloquent and less kind. ;-)

8:45 PM  
Anonymous Janine said...

Beautiful, your words lifted my spirit today.February is just as much as a tease in Australia, only it is the final days of summer that she teases us with.

10:01 PM  
Blogger *aimee* said...

beautiful. thank you.

10:04 PM  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

The rhythm of your writing sets my heart dancing, winter, spring spring winter, what wonder you expose! I am glad I was born in February!

12:01 AM  
Anonymous Marilyn said...

February IS a tease. Glorious and sunny on Saturday...we even sat on the front porch for a spell. And then the rain and wind returned...and suddenly I noticed how bare the trees still are... Some days I wish the weather would just make up its mind...but mostly I'm glad for the sun breaks. :)

2:09 AM  
Blogger acumamakiki said...

Perfect description of this month. We woke up this morning to a dusting of snow on the ground; what the hell is that??

3:45 AM  
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4:58 AM  
Anonymous Charmaine said...

So true. February goes by so fast and yet Spring has never felt as far away as it does right now. I love the weather-vane.

6:36 AM  
Anonymous Nicole said...

I noticed buds on the tree in our yard this weekend, and the first sharp green leaves of the daffodils poking up to see if it's safe to come out. I am so ready for spring!

7:31 AM  
Blogger Swirly said...

My my you are so very gifted with words.

7:57 AM  
Blogger gkgirl said...

i love that last line..


9:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"even the sparrows, busy in their melody making"

Oh! I LOVED that-- loved the whole post and the concept-- it's true and an important rhythm of nature I need to remember-- change is always two steps forward one step back. That creates gentle change and true change. I need to remember this and align with it because my tendency is to wish for immediate "artificial" change instead of the deeper shift.


9:40 AM  
Blogger Bohemian Girl said...

so beautiful and eloquent.

thank you...

9:43 AM  
Blogger Josephine said...

"a life on the edge of something glorious..."

So, SO Pretty!

11:08 AM  
Blogger liz elayne said...

beautiful. love this. february is the fickle month around here too. (though I am sure march might decide to be the same). love this image of the earth's heart beat.

2:18 PM  
Blogger snowsparkle said...

playful yet so precise... i watch delicate cherry blossoms flutter timorously in warm soft winds one moment and streak horizontally in chill blasting winds in the next. february makes me giddy with all it's changes. thanks for capturing it so well in this piece.

2:41 PM  
Blogger tara dawn said...

how absolutely exquisite...your words continue to inspire me with awe...
love, TD

5:14 PM  
Blogger Laini Taylor said...

I love it -- I'm going to copy that down somewhere. February is so like that here in Portland, the little teasing glimpses of spring that won't really arrive for months. Beautifully written!

6:15 PM  
Blogger Lee said...

Loved the words. Loved what they conveyed.

Had to give ground to poetic this part of the woods February is the last month of Summer.

9:07 PM  
Blogger Frankie said...

I love that each beat is a promise...such an elegant idea. I can hear it beating, thump, thump. Oh February, how you tease us so!

4:01 PM  

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