Strange February

Spring will be upon us soon, how strange is February,
One day is cold, the next is warm, our hope within us waits,
Waits for the browns and grays to end - how strange, how almost scary
To see those magic shades of green appear out of the blue,
The flowers come alive as if God said "all things are new",
The buds of March and April make His Plan so very clear,
But the month before this happens is the terror of the year,
How strange is February, with its wild and fickle dates,
When the soul of our Creator with Creation strangely mates

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems

Share This Poem