Thursday, February 6, 2014

I was wrong about Feburary....

This is a repost of my "February" poem.  It's snowing again today...fat, fluffy, silent, soundless flakes.  What was brown and stark is now bright and white, like magic.  This is our third snow this year...totally unheard of here in the swamps of Louisiana.  I feel like a little kid just watching it.  I know some of you are getting blizzards.  Stay warm and safe.  xo

Let it sneaux...

"April is the cruelest month, breeding
Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing
Memory and desire, stirring
Dull roots with spring rain.
Winter kept us warm, covering
Earth in forgetful snow, feeding
A little life with dried tubers......"

From:  "The Waste Land, (The Burial of the Dead)" by T. S. Eliot
February is The Cruelest Month
(with apologies to T. S. Eliot)
By Marion

February is the cruelest month

breeding death and stygian darkness.
Hungry Robins peck the unforgiving ground
and Cardinals perch listlessly on dry, brittle branches.
February is a miserable month---
colorless, frigid, gloomy and bleak.
Depression hangs in the air like
cigarette smoke in a rag-tag honky-tonk---

Sadness staggers from room to empty room
dragging heavy, lethargic feet.
Time steals friends and tosses them to
the incinerator, burning them to bitter, black ash...
Suffering grabs you by the throat and chokes
you until you gasp and pant for air. . .
You silently whisper a cry for help---
and who shows up? 
My angel in the snow.
Right, sneaux.  :-)  Louisiana, baby!!


Kelly said...

Again?? Incredible! Nothing but COLD here. Enjoy it, my friend.

Marion said...

It was so pretty, Kelly. It's actually sort of warm today. Go figure. LOL! xo

erin said...

i want your wonder. i seem to be temporarily in the other kind of february, the one of your poem.

enjoy and frolic:)