Poetry Corner

February Weather

By C. Richard Miles

February sulks its shadow

Over moorland, marsh and meadow.

Dreary drizzle unabating,

Then there's weather worse awaiting:

Fog and frost and soft snow drifted

Deep in heaps that can't be shifted,

Rain that pours for hours and hours

Putting paid to plants and flowers,

Howling wind and gusting gale,

Slushy sleet and hammering hail.

Hopefully this woeful weather

Has to pass, not last for ever.

On a brighter note, a thought:

Just be thankful February's short.

This poem is in the public domain.