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Oh, damned February,
As you breathe your last
Exhale in farewell iciness
Cold crystals fading gasp.
Thus, is your fate in Northeast climes
A fickle season’s whims and wonts
Harsh winter backing slow away
retreats before springs warming taunts.
Subtle hints of flowing sap
Bid farewell to your fading bluster
And lo, within the frosty mud
Snow touched Jonquils boldly cluster.
So, pack your bags but rest assured
Your next year stay has been reserved.
John G. Lawless
©2/28/2023
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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