February and January have always been
And will this time around be
The deepest and brightest hint of blue
Because it was the blue sea spitting out foam where you lived by
The shallow sea side
By your bedside
Where you hid away inside
I’ll have the sky and the air blue
Just for you
And later this year
I’ll have the grass and a forest lands
A rich green and gold
Earthy, sober and serene
For the child if you please
And I hope that by November again
All will fade down and burst
Like dots black and white
Maheen's Muse 