February is like a phantom
Passing swiftly through the door.
It’s the soul-month of the year,
The snowdrop, the little month.
Love whom you love
With all the love you have
For time will not wait.
None of us are going home.
You won’t keep your name,
It’ll burn out like a flame.
Even the lamb that strayed
Will be found to be splayed.
Passengers on a ship of fools,
It’s for you I come to shrive.
February is like a ghost,
It glides across the floor.
What is any of it about?
You and I are all we have.
Happy birthday February!
From Imbolc soars a silver ball,
And then that will be all.