release your hold,

your icy grip off of

Saint Valentine’s wrist,

Janus, you selfish giant you,

you two-faced, greedy,

grasper, holding at

arms length from us

your children, the hint

of green, your snowy

finger still extending

over the land, but your

days are numbered

white witch melt

warmth will rule

once more

A.M. Pine, originally for Peace Poem Project 2023. Drawing from this well.