Soften snow swelters
beneath my snow shoed feet,
as sun glistens then stirs
each brisk February season.
It’s a time of sharing hearts,
of throwing kisses in the wind,
as length of days chatter
my drowsy woodland awakens.
Icicles drip, drip, drip rhythmic
tapping upon snow, echoes the
woodpecker a symphony of sounds
down lazy land, pastoral paths.
I still my stride in hopes of more
a robin, a bumblebee, a violet;
but only red tailed fox sneaks
across my winter wonderland.
It is said, February thaw melts a
frozen heart which beats for spring;
perhaps, the earth itself groans
then chills for a bit longer
all waiting in “time out” thinking
about its care endowed to each;
hearts blown in by spring breezes
grateful to gather thawed crocus.
Poem inspired by: https://earthweal.com/2021/02/01/seasonal-changes-1-imbolc/
Then God said, “Let there be lights in the firmament of the heavens to divide the day from the night; and let them be for signs and seasons, and for days and years;
Genesis 1:14
Patti Wolf 
This evokes a cold and snowy walk and I like the line ‘I still my stride in hopes of more ‘ where you bring the stillness of the moment and the snow into that recognition of hopefulness. Let’s hope the times are a changing after this difficult winter.
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Thank you. That was the heart of the piece. Stop in again, please.
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I love the opening….
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Glad you enjoyed it. The beginning is so important!
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Yes indeed!
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February does feel like waiting–a holding of breath. Beautiful images in your words. (K)
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thank you
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Beautiful use of sibilance in your poem, Patti, to convey the sparkling silence of a snowy day, as well as all the other sounds of spring awakening. I love the idea of the sun glistens stirring ‘each brisk February season’, that ‘It’s a time of sharing hearts, / of throwing kisses in the wind’, and that ‘February thaw melts a frozen heart which beats for spring’.
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Kim,
Something will be stirring again tomorrow. 100% chance of snow again. We broke a 10 year record last month. The piles of snow around my country home are almost as tall as I am. Sad to say… tulips will be late this year.
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‘It is said, February thaw melts a
frozen heart which beats for spring;’
Oh yes, that is the archetypal image of February! A lovely poem 😊
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Ingrid,
I hope my heart can stay warm as the winter season has just peaked. Minus temperatures this weekend. Twenty was a warm day for snow shoeing with my pup. I hope there’s a prompt about layers of blankets!
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Oh my goodness, that’s cold. We just moved from the Alps to the sea as I was finding the winter too harsh. The snow is very pretty but living through a whole season of it is a different story…
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“February thaw melts a frozen heart.” I remember the springtime that melted mine, long ago…….spring must be even more welcome after a long winter of snow.
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It is Sherry. After months and months of tundra s.l.o.w.l.y spring emerges.
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Sherry,
Was that a romance with someone or nature? The heart does warm up in spring. Perhaps, it’s because of all the new birth around.
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The earth turns, even when it’s hidden beneath the snow. Fox knows, and beneath, the snowdrops will be stirring.
I’ve enjoyed the intros to all the poems for this prompt, and this snow-softened introduction is no exception. Snowy, but not frozen.
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So cool to see those different view points…
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I love the sounds in this – all those soft S’s, and the drip drip drip that echoes the woodpecker. There’s a real feel of things building quietly, ready to unroll. Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you… there is music in nature.
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Excellent, I particularly enjoyed the image of the fox, such a lovely animal.
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Thank you. Foxes are nice to watch, but not to make their homes in my backyard!
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