From where I sit in my cabin
Wishing my way towards spring
Counting the last days of winter
Seeking promises that daylight may bring
In the meantime, I just blame the weather
Outgoings not going my way
Too many February moments
Draining most of the light from my day
I hear tell it’s the last month of winter
Yet I still feel the pain of deep claws
Knowing the tenuous nature of March
Will keep me wrapped up when unlocking doors
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