February is a Well learned Trickster
February is a fascinating gateway to cool hand crispy, fooling us yearly.
Appearing yearly overnight, when we are dreaming of warmer things.
Covering the earth with her glistening white beauty, knowing we will be mesmerized.
And we are enthralled by her crispy, clean looking white-sheet pureness.
We wake up googly-eyed, yelling for others to get up
and see something we forget
Leads us into a season of sore throats, red noses,
ear aches, and other vile conditions
Drying our faces and noses. While the bottoms of
our feet become hard and harsh.
February is a well-learned trickster.
Lulling us into a sense of bliss spurred on by glistening snow.
She blows in from the north, relishing our discomfort, proud of her power,
Knowing what she is doing is tormenting the wild ones who scavenge for food,
Not caring a whit that she is endangering our lives daily
on the icy drives to and from work.
Laughing at our reluctance to be in below twenty degree temperatures.
Cool hand crispy takes over about three weeks in,
hardening our hearts toward February.
Making us forget our initial delights,
throwing our cars off of freeways into embankments.
Maiming and killing us because she can,
not because she truly wants to, or cares to.
February is a tremendous reminder that life changes
in a second. A gateway to cool hand crispy.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019