February 28, 2017
By Iffahkitchlew BRONZE, Islamabad, Other
Iffahkitchlew BRONZE, Islamabad, Other
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It is February
a time for all things new and free.
oh this gust of wind that whispers to me! secrets and fortunes I’d never have believed

the wind blows in a flurry of smiles
dew drops of words exchanged for
the first time
the pitter patter of giggles
shy but curious
about what will happen next
painstakingly oblivious to what lies ahead

February why did your wind stop?
leaving March so still-
a silence pursued so anxious until
again trees shook with your heavy puff
a swirl of leaves uncovering just enough
to show how magical March could be, leading on to musical April, you see

anticipation and sudden realizations meant
the wind raced through once again
thus June, July, August, September pass
sounding canons of confusion and things explode much too fast.
The storm we must coax to a gentle breeze,
bringing calm and sweet October preparing me

for unexpected fireworks on a November night.
A sunflower now manages to grow in some sunlight,
a miracle! or meant to be, December ascertains the latter completely

a twitchy smile and gleaming eyes
warm laughter and concerned cries-
beads of burning fear and bubbling self doubt
I brush them away one by one, patterns traced by my fingers across slippery skin
as two souls come close, they have been
waiting to fall into eachother at last

and there goes January, the new year begins
with the feeble chirps of a tailor bird
carefully sowing our nest,
fine silvery threads
the perfect home for our love.

We bask in the winter sun as once more February arrives
with the wind that caused so many wonders to arise.
Our home constructed, is firm and strong
so we thank you for giving us a place where we truly belong;
a place of stardust and well known melodies,
of blooming flowers and pure intimacy.

A place that we call our beloved February,
the place that brought me to him
and him to me.

The author's comments:

A year can mean so much and make such a big difference, no matter how dull it may seem to some, a summary of any year you've lived holds more than you could imagine. All you have to do is remember, that's what I did.

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on Mar. 6 2017 at 1:53 am
zuzswang SILVER, Riverside, California
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Favorite Quote:
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart- William Shakespeare

this poem rocks


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