Nonsensical Month

The portrait of February is nebulous as snowfall is to fire. Peeping through a hemp-like gown of frosty meadows, the change from icy white to near red unfurls a landscape where bare grasses and honeydew begin to slip through a season's cold, cold avenues--- How a line of foam and icebergs stretches their gloves across a month which has no tolerance for their long wake. Nonsensical as this may be, the touch of the following weeks buries all in winter's impertinent visit, while the sun has nothing much to say except hide like a preposterous decor. Contest---Theater of The Absurd 8 Feb 2017