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February blows through my hair and reminds me

That I will be all right.

The bees have broken free,

From their marble hive and they dance, in merry aggression

All around me.

 

Many months have they spent,

Barred, and squashed

Unhappy and pent.

Swarming in their marble elephant,

They now break free

Whistling all around me.

 

The birds flap faster now,

Their wings thawing without winter's apathy.

The trees have straightened their brow,

They stand taller, no longer bent with cold cramps.

 

The lilacs! they dance

Shy yet happy.

Swaying just a little, and then some more

In the soft air that doesn’t slice through them anymore. 

 

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Braids opened in Sunday sunshine

The Beatles croon

And for once I may just swoon

 

Rays bake brown and soft

Delicious, warm, and red

Green you can sink into

The eyes they swim

Away from the chaos and din

Away from the cold within.