Best February Poems

The ground is chained in frozen iron
Snow crystals glued on pine cones
Overhangs embroideries of polished ice
The wind shakes and shatters them into millions of pieces


Slowly...

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Fierce am I, and fearless
Challenging the shades of winter
Taunting its dreaded demise
Mocking the shadow's prognostication
Tickling the timid hearts
Of somnambulant lovers
Arising to a chilling challenge
I stand...

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When February feels like May
And skies are blue instead of gray,
We flock outdoors, but do not know
Which way our clothing needs to go.

Winter jacket? Much...

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February Feints

February creeps across the mud
chuckling
knowing it is not her milieu
snickering
as she tats snowflakes
whistling
as she scatters them
icily
on freshly chilled winds.


©2/19/2018

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Winter whitewashes Autumn's array,
but you're confident Spring will soon show.
Yet, as Winter buries Fall's decay,
depression deepens like falling snow.

Snow-laden trees, like sculptures of clay,
stand as...

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I hate the cold weather, whether to say the least,
the cold weather hates me, i slipped and fell last week,
plus the warm weather's better, i'd...

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Roses here, Roses there,
bloody roses everywhere.

February brings them to our life,
while others hide a broken wife.

Young girls dream of their shining white knight,
when do you...

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Sunlight weaves in between
twigs of skeletal trees.
And a web of shadows
dances with each feisty breeze.

A silver sky shimmers
like cheap carnival glass.
And yet, this fickle sun’s
too...

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This Beautiful

close your eyes now and dream of lands
we'll build our future upon those sands
open your ears now and let me whisper
let me tell you...

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Unorthodox, this water- bearer rules,
an Aquarian god moody yet calm in the
face of persistent winds…his pail of wine
gushing on mouths of February streams,
like an outpour...

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The windy days of March come and go,
Memories of marriage and children.

Birthdays for the month of March,
Celebrations with balloons, cake and presents.

Happy Birthday to a...

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The First Six Months

     January, you remind me to close the door to yesteryear 
     And to...

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There it was gazing up – radiant – 
radiating kaleidoscope silver green;
sharp with life, ready and expectant.

Spreading its claim, pressing out the grass,
was a thistle...

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sunlit icicles drip like moments leaving us
       the naked splash of frigid water
      ...

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With not a single hobby, 
and precious few friends, 
Time has too much time on its hands. 

For its appointments it arrives early,
always much too...

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