The Waiting Month

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When you get right down to it there isn’t really much redeemable about February.

Yes there is a day of love.

It is also the shortest month but for me,

for me it takes the longest.

There is no hidden anticipation.

All is doom, gloom and the farthest thing from bloom.

No hope yet.

Just passing time as I patiently wait for the promise of renewal in

spring- in March.

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6 thoughts on “The Waiting Month

  1. I’m the furthest thing from being a sentimental man of faith, but I still try to look at February philosophically. Sure, there’s more gray than grace, but there is still anticipation. If a year was like a day, then February would be like 5:30 AM. It’s always darkest before the dawn. — YUR

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