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It will be in February.

So much is well resolved

in February. Leaves living

deep inside bare limbs

grow into April and beyond.

Ice-rigid rivers locked in histrionic

forms move unnoticed to the sea beneath

frozen surfaces of a blustery month.

All things change. Only dying stays

the same. It is a matter of time.

Inexorable February. It will be

in cold, hard February. Decisions

are well made then.