February Days

Christine Crowley
February Days are cold and dark,
I hate this month I find it stark.
Thre trees are bare the weather cold,
The snow shoveling gets mighty old.

There's no relief in sight for me,
I hate this month, as you can see.
March always arrives in time,
And sometimes a spring day we'll find.

At least in March you sometimes see,
A robin or two on the dogwood tree.
I hope, this year, that February flees,
And brings an early spring for me.

Published by Christine Crowley

Retired from a local community college. Always interested in writing. Now working part-time as an office manager.  View profile

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