Damn.

February, the month of Cupid, of chocolate, of red hearts and lace.

A warming planet in the grip of winters lust.

Frost on stem and mountain, snow piled deep, ice to test the placement of feet.

Beneath the virgin snow, pristine – mice and voles frolic

Above the sky the hawk, soaring feathered friend, watching a world in love.

Hers was the smile, his was the face of smitten,

It is that time again, the month of winter

leading those lost in love to warm a world.