Friday, February 15, 2013

Mr. February

Though you may stand
Inches beneath
Your limber peers
You startle placid
With bully howls and jeers

And while you tug
The daylight hour
Into the twilight blue
We slip and slide
And huff and puff
Against your cheerless hue

And though you boast
The day of hearts
And chocolate-flavored bliss
We do not fall
In love with your
Icy, obnoxious kiss

For what you lack in size
Or flair
You pack in blustered punch
While we peer
Through ice-lace fretwork
And pour hot soup for lunch

© Janet Martin

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