February

I’m saddened to see that the lone, barren tree

No longer holds cherry pink flowers.

The sky is dark gray and the forecast today

Is for intermittent showers.

Winter is here although Spring may be near

If the groundhog cannot see his shadow.

Since ice has been thinner, seems Spring is the winner

While Winter days laze short and slow.

And although in my heart I’d prefer Spring to start,

Winter’s freedom rules when to depart.