About this Christian Poet:
My home for the past several years has been Ontario, though I was born in the U.S. and spent about 10 years in Latin America. I think I have always been fascinated with language. I sudied literature and linguistics in university, wrote a little poetry as a young adult, and then turned my atttention to Christian ministry pursuits and raising a family.
I wrote this poem as part of a poetry course; the assignment was to write a self-descriptive piece using the line "I am...." I remember being stymied for quite a while. in my discouragement I gazed out at the gloomy Ontario weather and thought, "I am February." The more I worked with it, the more suitable it seemed.
My winter sisters preen their smooth white gowns
but I am February
I don't fuss
just pull on
the same old
They tried to trim me with a Valentine
it doesn‚t suit
this drab face
I keep my
own heart hid
I do not offer festivals or flowers
plain sturdy food
My gift is being
my frozen bark the new sap creeps
and days behind the laden clouds grow long.
Copyright©2003 by Linda Hamel