I was awakened early one morning to witness the marriage of Winter and Chinook wind ! A sorrowful child conceived ! The pang of birth  . A daughter began to wail outside my window ! 'Twas February , jealous , in search of her lover March , shrieking , calling turbulent , gusty winds from the western horizon ! Thor laughing out loud , shooting bolts of lightning across the wind racked treetops , mischievous Loki cackling , dancing a jig to the song of her broken heart  ! She cried for many hours , tears running down our drive , collecting beneath the trees , turning the creek into a mighty river at sunrise ! Call me February from this day forward ! A flame seeking audience under the sea of regret , naked with a rose in one hand , drifting with great caution across the galaxy . Weeping , longing for the impossible , set adrift , alone from the very first day I can remember . Misunderstood , sadness followed by joyful creativity , sequestered , beat into submission with hurtful words , seeking the month of my rapture , love and concurrence with my creator !