Tag: calendar
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March is a Threshold
March hangs between seasonslike a door left ajar,letting winter mutterand spring clear its throat. The ground softens reluctantly,still feeling the cold,still unsure whetherto trust the light. But something in the air shifts;a quiet insistence,a pulse beneath the soil,and you feel the worldleaning forward.
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February, Lightheaded
February wakes up earlyand forgets its shoes.It tiptoes across the calendarin mismatched socks of drizzle and sun. The days are small animals,skittering out from under the bed,blinking at the sudden light. Clouds practice new shapes:a teapot, a startled goose,something that might be a dragonif you squint with conviction. Rain falls in polite applause,as if congratulating…
Weather In My Ribs 