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
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