Seasons February Poems

February 27th Lower Peninsula of Michigan
One week of true cold and snow is all
This year
Today is the warmest day ever recorded
For this entire month

An ancient...

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A prime-numbered day if years leap
Adds one extra cycle for sleep
This calendar fact
Keeps seasons intact
And discounts our rents that ain't cheap...

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The calendar’s schizophrenic, 
in such constant indecisions.
Ten times a day the weatherman,
gives me his forecast revisions.

Snowflakes fall with claps of thunder,
rain will be mixed with...

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Bleak February,
masquerading as the month of love,
though no redeeming qualities are born in you.

No purple berry
nor fuchsia flower blooming brightly,
just sighing earth between pale moons...

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Spring winds blow their sound,
Winter now is bound.
Knees in,
Melted, sludgy-browned,
Green peaks through the ground.
These in,
Nature's own impound,
Exiled now, grave mound,
Squeeze in.

Snow tries to reason,
Get one...

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mighty
	icy...

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The date of the celebration
(the second day of February) coincides
with medieval feast of Candlemas,
and its pre-Christian predecessor,
Imbolc, a day also rich in folklore.

An old Scottish...

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January…new year, new me.
Met you and now I’m happy. 
We watched the ball drop and kissed at midnight.


My February Valentine
hearts and flowers because you’re mine
as...

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A woodhacker rattles like wolf-jaws, 
A dog's appetite has just died 
There's blood in those graphite-green curtains 
Duck Islanders howl of a homicide. 
There's a...

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Present since antiquity 
Sustaining humanity 
Participating in the dance 
The seasonal variation 

Tired and weak after the annual labour 
As if the water is abandoning...

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February
     
      five thousand snowflakes
      have fallen since this morning
 ...

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The un-clouded blank sky says it all
As no smile nor anger is expressed  above 
The withering grasses express the pain
As the foggy air attests...

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******

           I awoke this morning to Jack's winter show.
      ...

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Waiting,  gifted,  transitory,
A white crust of bread
Each snowflake the better part of me
Sun rising over snow laden barn;
Owls retire,
Stroked by sunbeam fingers
Much softer...

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Burning hearts
Brought forth from the blooms of spring
It comes in no singular form
Only under the indefinite term
One comes to know it by
February is when the...

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