Self Portrait
My winter sisters preen their smooth white gowns
but I am February
I don't fuss
just pull on
the same old
sweatshirt grey
They tried to trim me with a Valentine
it doesn‚t suit
this drab face
I keep my
own heart hid
I do not offer festivals or flowers
plain sturdy food
will serve
My gift is being
brief
But underneath
my frozen bark the new sap creeps
and days behind the laden clouds grow long.
My winter sisters preen their smooth white gowns
but I am February
I don't fuss
just pull on
the same old
sweatshirt grey
They tried to trim me with a Valentine
it doesn‚t suit
this drab face
I keep my
own heart hid
I do not offer festivals or flowers
plain sturdy food
will serve
My gift is being
brief
But underneath
my frozen bark the new sap creeps
and days behind the laden clouds grow long.