February
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Come the Harvest
A Seaman Returning
The Mermaid
A Villains Discourse
Ten Years Gone
The Governess
Napoleon
To New Amsterdam
Apollonia

February

Artwork by: 
Alex Lange

When February comes, oh my son February goes, May the February sun melt the February snow, For February is young and the month February slow, So when February is done bring my son, February, home.

February my gentle son, February my fisherman, Between the hooks and lines, above the sea beneath the sky, If there’s danger coming your way, be the first one out the doorway, February. February don’t be too brave, eyes alive ‘til night turns day, And when the storms arrive, the winter splinters ships aside, Keep praying in the morning, you’ll be coming back to shore in February.

And so the sea may throw you up, And the sky may send you below, But please, oh February please, come home.

February the winter weeks, February the ocean sleeps, Still from the darkness you pull fish from it regardless, ‘Til the penny becomes the pound and I have never felt so proud of February. February my only son, lonely is the month you’re gone, And though you’re named the same, if one could go and one remain, For eleven months the year, I’d be landlocked with my dear son February.

And so the sea may throw you up, And the sky may send you below, But please, oh February please, come home.

When February comes, oh my son February goes, May the February sun melt the February snow, For February is young and the month February slow, So when February is done bring my son, February, home