February

By Jack Collom

It is all kind of lovely that I know
what I attend here now the maturity of snow
has settled around forming a sort of time
pushing that other over either horizon and all is mine
 
in any colors to be chosen and
everything is cold and nothing is totally frozen
 
soon enough
the primary rough
erosion of what white fat it will occur
     stiff yellows O
beautiful beautifully austere
     be gotten down to, that much rash and achievement that
             would promote to, but
 
now I know my own red
network electrifying this welcome annual hush.