A bit of poetry to describe the second month of the year.
| FEBRUARY Oh, February how I do love thee, Month of trees adorned in hard polished pearls. You are a razor sharp frozen beauty Indifferent, scathing, loathe to unfurl. Diamond dust in snow banks glittering, Frigid air with ferocious fangs nipping. Ice heaves, shudders, crackles, snaps skittering. Snow dervishes swirl, sullen stippling. What a stark uncompromising season To engender love; tender, innocent, An emotion sans unbridled reason, Attraction, passion, new, magnificent. You're a cynical sentimental gal. Teasing a poor groundhog's timid shadow With a sun so meanly elliptical; Gleefully short Valentine's slings and arrows. Oh, February how I do love thee Month of crisply hoar- frosted shortened days. A few less days of winter blindingly Accosting me with mad 'februm's' dismay.