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.