Cupid’s Arrow.

February to me is Valentines
And pancake day and the other signs
That the winter is in it’s final throes
And for the moment another storm blows
We’ve had Abigail, Gertrude and Imogen
Gone are the mince pies and smell of cinnamon
Ash Wednesaday and a month of Lent
Fields still submerged by the Trent
Time spent…
Cold… hands like ice
Blocks of ice to be precise
February to me is dull, dark days
Not much colour, lots of grey’s
A heart here, a heart there
And Cupid’s arrow
Throw once again bread for the sparrow.

Written, February 10th 2016.