a month keeper

 seems the weather and the date is where i can be.

the weather because i see it out the windows,

the date because we're doing a quick slip out of February.

i like the month because it's my birthday time.

i don't wait all year for it, but maybe i do.

it's a familiar marker, more than Christmas and other holidays.

and it's in my head because it is only special to me.

familiar, more than special. i know the month well;

cold, snow and my birthday.