February

day104

no matter the cause

or weight

of grief

we are obliged to carry it

we arise

slowly

seeking motivation

to push through the crowd

and go through the motions

until it is time to rest our weary heads

it is these sights –

the young boy sitting with the widower

a man he knows not the name

he just knows he is alone

and looking sad

a woman who rushes

to open the door

for an elderly woman

who barely has the strength to open it herself

and a child

who smiles up at me

with almond eyes

and while the old snow

sticks outside

its white bones crunching

beneath my boots

and the February wind

makes me shiver

it is these sights that help me through

a reminder

that Spring is just around the corner

Β© Kristian L. Weigman
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11 Responses to February

  1. simplywendi says:

    yes! random acts of kindness make days so much happier.

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  2. So beautiful, grief can be like a heavy stone sitting between our shoulders like an unwanted and uninvited burden, but spring does come, life does renew and so must we rise again. Beautiful poem.

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  3. Sadje says:

    Keep the hope alive! πŸ‘

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Brad Osborne says:

    I talked to Phil in Punxsutawney, and he said your spring is right around the corner! Until then, let us be your sunshine! β˜€πŸ˜Žβ€

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