I raced through February on my annual Picture Book Marathon.
Ran past the groundhog’s forecast of spring.
Jogged through tales of historic Black Americans.
Lingered long in expressions of love.
Cheered and clapped as teams blocked and blazed their way to touchdowns.
Skated, skied, twisted and twirled, with U.S. Olympians in Beijing.
Shoveled snow, enjoyed unexpected puddles before they crystalized to ice.
Then with a nod to past presidents’ birthdays I skid to a halt.
Teetering on the edge of February 2022, I pause.
What wonders will March bring?
Batches of paczki?
Emerging crocuses defying the snow?
Shall I trade snowflakes for shamrocks; drifts of snow for bundles of green?
Will lion-like winds lift kites wildly on high?
New life emerges all around.
New possibilities to explore.
Clutching my newest story in hand I wonder…
Good-bye, Fantastic February.
It’s time to meet Marvelous March!