February
February
Once upon a cold day,
When I opened the window,
To let in a balmy ray.
I could not help but fix my gaze,
On a sublime drop of haze.
Quietly settled on the window pane,
Shining like a crown in its full reign.
I wondered what this little dew must think,
Of its end separated by only a wink.
As the sunshine grew and glow,
My heart was struck by a mild blow.
I do not know what it was,
My own nostalgia or its loss.
"Silly and forgettable", I told myself,
Think no more and spare yourself.
The bright day kept unfolding and,
I stood there, beholding.
The dance of light and a tiny battle,
Between the sun and the drop's mettle.
Both stood their ground and so did I
Like a good spectator with a keen eye.
What happened next is nobody's guess,
The drop exploded into a watery mess.
Trickling down the pane endless,
And through its misty crevice.
I saw a spring shaped revert,
Illuminated in cold January.
February is here, I could feel its tip-toes,
And as the drop continued to trace its fall.
I paused and realized how grateful I was,
To witness this little miracle tussle,
Between the drop and the golden glow.
Delighted and no more gloomy,
I felt as rosy-eyed as the February blooming.
Behind my window glass,
And I blessed the little blob for the courage it amassed.
A while later when I saw the window,
I found its entire facade aglow.
Showing a bright colorful canvas with no dew,
Only a few sparkles as if spelling a huge "Thank you".
Is this how mists lose their mirages,
Birthing new days and.
Turning into clear mornings,
Thanking the sun for its yearnings?
Gratitude is a lifelong hope, learned,
Through hard lessons and much deeper themes.
I learned them all on that cold day,
That openness to receive the warmth,
That undeterred wait and no love shorn.