February

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

© Kristian L. Weigman