Box O'Hearts

Getting ready to head into February.  Looking around the house after dark for something small (tiny) for Tiny Tuesday.  This song came to mind for no particular reason other than the fact that it is called Jar Of Hearts.  Then I found this poem from a nice collection sent to me by a former fellow Blipper, very faithful commenter and dear friend.

February Morning 

On this still winter morning
the temperature hovers near zero,
and where I sit 
at the kitchen table,
a cold draft wraps itself
around my ankles.
Outside in the garden,
no sign of life disturbs
the frigid calm, nor footprint
mars the snow that lies
two feet deep on every
level plane, deeper where 
the wind has swept it 
over the hedge
and up against and up
against the glass doors.
A few early clouds have
given way to blue sky
and bright sun.

Now the dog and I 
must head out of doors
into the sparkling chill 
of this February day.

Sydney Eddison

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