February need not be
cold, drab march toward spring.
Green through the heart, unchafe the flower;
tune up mind’s fiddle string.
For there is life in life this hour
and dance to dance this day.
The slightest reach of thought gives power
to meet the arms of May.
Let no one thought linger the frost,
or snow befall the mood.
Turning the mind with heart will shower
deep spring’s similitude.
Wilderness Interface Zone 