Everyone and everything feel cold                                                                               In February's days                                                                                                          Simply because they are cold ...                                                                                    I can say that February's days are very cold                                                                And your hearts feel cold too ...                                                                                      It's difficult for someone                                                                                              To feel cold anytime ,but                                                                                             In this month we feel cold greatly ...                                                                               Nothing can challenge February's cold days                                                               Simply because that's the way ...                                                                             February is the heart of Winter that                                                                          Felt by all of us anytime ...

Was it as cold there
as it is here?
You told me once
it felt like you
were constantly covered in a blanket
that was a little too short
to fully cover you

February had never been as frigid
as it was when you were
woken up from warm dreams
to fireworks and cold screams
or
when your brothers received
“Dear John” letters
from lovers who now love
someone else.
Happy Valentine’s day

The only thing you received
was a small post card
which read,
“I miss you
come home safe
I will wait for you.”
You told me
It kept you warm
for the next two months
this burden
carried next to
your heart

Your chest always ached
from there on out

If Winter has a heart ,then                                                                                              Its heart is February ...                                                                                                    I am not lying to anyone                                                                                                 Simply because that month                                                                                                 Is cold,cruel,and out of control ...                                                                                        As long as Winter is cold ,then                                                                                          February is the coldest page of it ...                                                                                 I feel greatly cold with everyday                                                                                         That passes slowly or quickly in it ...                                                                                 No one can challenge Winter's                                                                                       Authority or its son February                                                                                       Simply because one will inevitably                                                                           Losing one's bet sooner or later ...                                                                                   As I am experienced with Winter                                                                                   And its February , I admit its                                                                                          Authority with all I own anytime ...

In the barren bowl
Of the local park
There is more brown
Than green
And naked trees
Rest like tired moths
Upon grass
That has been lacerated
By studded shoes
And knees and toes
And elbows
That have ploughed it
Bare.
The edges of the path
Look like eyebrows
Scant
Poorly plucked
And rats-tail
Mongrels  
Scatter and shred
Across the carpet
Sodden
Sinewy.
Jarring teenage love
Letters
Sit upon February
The fourteenth
Like it is a mantelpiece of
Glass
Tip blue hair to grey sky
Beiged fingers
Intertwine
Black fingernails
Fumble
They watch their childhood haunts
Through the frosted panes
Of spectacle windows
And wonder why
Nostalgia dies so bitter
Today.
Kiss my empty skin
Waiting.
I find myself a love affair
In the sky
Clouds form a coastline
A single dribble of peach
Taints the ash
Like careless words
And I tilt my chin towards it
Already the spindle of my mind
Turns
And begins to weave
Gold from straw.

So many people are bitter on this day, but
It's a day to appreciate all the ones that love you.
To be glad love exists and that there are people in your life
who would die for you and stay alive for you in the same breath,
knowing you'd do the same for them without hesitation.

Although February is always out of control,but                                                     Today it's sunny and pretty !                                                                                     I don't know what's going on                                                                                   With all February's days ...                                                                                     This month might have twenty-eight days or                                                       Twenty-nine days ,but                                                                                             It depends ...                                                                                                               Some days are sunny ,                                                                                                Some are cloudy and rainy ,                                                                                    Some are crazy ,and                                                                                                Most of the days are in-between ...                                                                         No one can predicate well                                                                                     What's going on with this crazy month ...                                                            Indoors and outdoors are mixed with                                                                      Its cold atmosphere anytime ...                                                                             Although cold and rigid ,but                                                                                We still keep that pretty love for it ...

February is lovely and cruel                                                                                       At the same time                                                                                                         Simply because it's a jealous month                                                                         That makes its lovers think twice about it                                                                 Before they can judge it                                                                                            For good or for bad ...                                                                                                 Being out of control means that                                                                                 It's not friendly                                                                                                             Like we wish anytime ...                                                                                                    It's cruel in what it brings us anytime and                                                        It's pretty simply because we can not abandon it anytime ...                            It surrounds us with all of its cruelty just                                                                 To show us its red eye and its strong authority ...                                                   Although it's out of control ,but                                                                                We keep it in our hearts and in                                                                                Our minds as a reminder of a wintry February                                                     That brings us together around any fireplace anytime                                        To eat together those roast chestnuts and to eat all                                                Those wintry foods anywhere and everywhere ...                                                ___________________­_

February is not any month,but                                                                               It's unique in its strangeness anytime                                                                     Simply because it becomes out of control                                                              In a sudden happening ...                                                                                        It's greatly and crazily changes itself                                                                     Like any snake that changes its skin repeatedly ...                                               It's starts sunny and it ends in big messes while                                                    It's raining or any case of any climate around ...                                                   All other months have something unique,but                                                         It's almost unique even in its name ...                                                                       Being out of control makes it                                                                              A crazy month on all levels ...                                                                            ___________________­_

February
take back your gloom
I am worth more
than sombre hours
and blue stained thoughts

you have opened me up,
sewn me from the inside out;
stitching back together every
broken piece within me, every
cutting shard of distrust  

each tiny gesture
has been no sleight of hand,
but an intentional grasp on a fragile pencil with which
you have written me down,
rejuvenated me;
fastened the seatbelt across my beating heart, and
you,
I am determined to love.