At the turn of the year I pledged to myself to write a poem each month. A calendar poem to track the year. My process is I need to wait for something that I’m drawn to write about. Today it is a fall of snow. It’s not enough for a snow man, it just offers a fresh view.
February is our birthday month. I was 65 last week. (And still no pension #just sayin) My family and friends were so generous and loving, that helped February have a warm glow. We have our vaccines dates this month too.
And I’m now a qualified coach supervisor, after completing a really stimulation course. I’m also part of a Coach supervision collective and I’m grateful to be part of such a creative approach to supporting quality coaching in service of their clients. Have a look and do share if you would like to.
And here is February’s poem, I hope you enjoy it.
February
Who knows which day it is?
This lockdown drags its feet
and drags us along behind
powerless to change the pace.
One day at a time makes it
more bearable.
One step at a time
risks pain and loss
and yet the only way
to move.
Today the snow fell
and created a new world.
This world is beautiful and
unspoiled by the darkness
of a lockdown winter.
We forget for a moment
about variant viruses and
instead wait for the first footprints to appear
amidst the snowdrops.
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