My February

My February is a kaleidoscope,
taking all the things I've already seen
and splintering them into new versions
of the same old, same old.
My February spins in circles,
swirling January's secondhand snow,
tossing it like confetti,
trying to get excited about it.
My February is a short song on repeat,
and just when I've grown tired of it,
I discover I've been singing
all the wrong words.