Good morning Andrea,

A wonderful well written piece that leaves me enraptured. I love the how you paint the feeling of reflective contemplation. Connecting the muse directly with February in the fall of the writers pen works well as a sweet fulcrum balancing the memory a decade past, and the vivid description of freshness in blizzard snow.

February will always bring those sweet yet slightly pained memories back. The experienced permantly etched the life change within. It is true to say the woman was never quite the same again.

The last admission is super. The image of flushing cheeks. This has meaning: the chill would do this, but also remembered passion from a significant encounter. Lost virginity perhaps?

Nominated with bells on.

Take care,

Michael

Why/How do/can you do this to me??? Looks like you sure have been blessed with the muse of excellent poetry. This poem kills me softly with remembrance of my past. Wow, at the relation to it. You have a beautiful way of writing and I am always left inspired. Let me go write from your inspiration.