The Frigid Month of February
The Frigid Month of February
Winter at its worst: cold and dreary,
When whipped-up, brisk winds quake the wary
As falling temperatures and snow
Freeze exposed skin, nose, fingers, and toes.
In a blitz of polar-like weather
That stymies the ardent traveller,
People shudder forward in the chill,
Trekking along like penguins uphill.
Moody temperaments dissipate
In shared bonds in which people partake,
As they empathize with each other
When outside challenging the weather.
Winter at its worst: cold and dreary
In the frigid month of February.
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