The cruellest month

 

There is no tease to February

Long nights, Short days,

Deep grey clouds, blanket the sky

Icy cold winds, bringing snow and hail

Sun is hidden, almost forgotten

Snowdrops fight to emerge

From the hard dark ground

Icy air hangs, still no movement

Warmth had long been forgotten.

February makes no apologies

It does not promise warmth or light

It does not promise bursting flowers

It does promise the hopes of spring

February may be the cruellest month

but its full of honesty.

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