Feb 1

February springs into the air
As if it were the precursor to summer
Which, I must say, is not exactly fair
Since it should really show itself a bummer:
We know the weather will turn bad again
We know the rain and snow will both return
We know it will be cold, but know not when
And that someday the sky will become stern
Steelgray instead of blue - and therefore why
Should February on arrival seem
The first possessor of a blue clear sky,
The realization of our winter dream?
Rather, I beg, be honest and portray
The dreariness it will bring on its way.