February

I meant to post this poem in February, but the month got away from me!  Here it is now, not too much after the fact. :)

A poem in response to Carnival Evening, by Henri Rousseau.

February

When two clowns

such as we are

meet under the moon

full in the midst

of bare trees

to expose our souls,

our shoulders,

our teeth

in this naked season,

we see each other

as we were

before this carnival

foliage adorned

our limbs,

and grow calm

in the serenity

of colorless days.

by A. M. Adams