It is forty days after Christmas and exactly
halfway between Winter Solstice
and the Spring Equinox.
It is Candlemas, a celebration of the day
Jesus was presented at the temple.
This is the day we renamed our city Sixburgh
for the sixth Super Bowl win yesterday.
It is Groundhog Day; he saw his shadow.
James Joyce was born today in 1882
and my mother came alive in 1913.
Folklore says it is the day that the ewes
get pregnant with the spring lambs.
— Kay Comini
Kay Comini is a member of the Madwomen in the Attic Poetry Workshop and her work has appeared in Poet Lore, Madwomen Anthologies and White Eagle Coffee Tree Anthology, among other publications. She lives in the South Side Slopes.