February's Fate

February’s Fate January’s cold breath whispers an icy farewell smirks amid the snowflake confetti swirling in her passing. February, dances gleefully Punxsutawney Phil’s shadow darkens the edges of spring defies the lie of lengthened days. She is a spite filled wily vixen, tawny temptress of the temperate at odds with her frigid fate shedding the hardened tears of Winter’s lust. John G. Lawless 1/31/2017