John Lawless Poet Sonnet

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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

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Gershon Wolf February 28, 2023 at 8:24 PM Aw, c'mon, John. Don't let up on Mr. Fading February. Pretty soon we'll have January jonquils too! ~ Everything Annuals

Daniel Turner February 28, 2023 at 2:27 PM Good riddance, I say. On the other hand, I hope I get to see it's return. Great writing, John.

Panagiota Romios February 28, 2023 at 11:49 AM Outstanding, well written sonnet John. Headed for a POTD. I do hope. Pangie xo