February is STILL the Cruelest Month

Sunny & Annie Marie, Blythe dolls...totally random.

"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 Lawless

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 honky-tonk bar---

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? 

Despair.

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