Living to extremes at eight

Negative numbers
Are not meant for temperatures
Final insult? Snow

And why? you may ask
Having such a cold Wednesday
After such warm days

Starting an hour early at SEVEN

Saint Valentine died in 269 AD
Patron saint of love and matrimony
But also beekeepers and epilepsy
For why that is, don't look at me

Taking a step back at SEVEN

We've only started February
And I don't know if it's just me
But the last month
Was more than enough
Things have been way to far busy

Wiggle into the new year at eight

The new moon on Wednesday
Starts the year of wooden snake
Fresh for brand new triumphs,
And room for new mistakes