February was so long that it lasted into March
Sometimes I hate this month. Especially when I have a chapter due. Advisor has told me not to worry, but I've promised (myself) to stay on target, and for that reason, I have a chapter due to my wicked smaht friend up North at the end of the week.
Meanwhile, I'm crashing intellectually and physically. I need a nap and I need about 10 more pages. What do I really need? Some Dar! So here goes:
February, by Dar Williams
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,
Then we forgot that we'd planted at 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 wed drop to sleep exhausted,
Then wed wake up, and its 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.
Meanwhile, I'm crashing intellectually and physically. I need a nap and I need about 10 more pages. What do I really need? Some Dar! So here goes:
February, by Dar Williams
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,
Then we forgot that we'd planted at 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 wed drop to sleep exhausted,
Then wed wake up, and its 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.
Labels: history writ small, mindless anxiety
posted by Courtney at 1:27 PM
2 Comments:
Oh My God!!! I had a Dar moment today too!!! Almost had to explain why I was tearing up with my headphones on...I was feeling overwhelmed by the end of this job and feeling I had so much to do before I go but wanting to leave at the same time and being excited about a new possiblity... I listened to End of the Summer and February.
Can we live through February?
Sometimes it feels like a winter machine that we go through and then...
you catch you breath and winter starts again and everyone else is springbound.
Or we could be springbound. I'm hoping for the latter.
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