It’s a flower

Februar er yndlingsmånaden. Då er det litt trist at Joan Baez/Dar Williams let fine February rime på triste solitary. Og scary.

Litt trist i det store og heile, men we’ll gather all our arms can carry!

I threw your keys in the water, I looked back
They’d frozen halfway down in the ice
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners
Even after the anger, it all turned silent
And the everyday turned solitary, so we came to February

First we forgot where we’d planted those bulbs last year
And then we forgot that we’d planted it all
Then we forgot what plants are altogether
And I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting
And the nights were long and cold and scary, can we live through February?

You know I think Christmas was a long red glare
Shot up like a warning, we gave presents without cards
And then the snow, and then the snow came
We were always out shoveling and we dropped to sleep exhausted
Then we wake up, and it’s snowing

And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together
You stopped and pointed and you said, «That’s a crocus»
And I said, «What’s a crocus?»,
And you said, «It’s a flower», I tried to remember, but I said, «What’s a flower?»
You said, «I still love you»

The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store
My new lover made me keys to the house
And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood
Because you never know how next year will be
And we’ll gather all our arms can carry,
I have lost to February

(Gone from danger, 1997)


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