February Poem by Justin Reamer

the month of late winter,
the snow, the coldness,
the blizzards still
knocking at everyone's door,
the Day of the Presidents,
all who served our country,
either greatly or poorly,
depending on who it is,
the sun coming out,
after many months of clouds,
and sometimes shines,
and makes a pleasant day,
the barren trees, still growing,
the animals hibernating,
or never dare to make a sound,
the birds are gone,
or are all alone,
and are on their own,
and the month of love,
as in 'Are you my Valentine? '
and Cupid floats in the air,
and shoots a lustful arrow,
and the seraphs come
to make love markings
on those who are meant to be,
and Misery comes to make
those who are single,
male in particular,
even more miserable than before.
the love, the romance,
the coldness, the briskness,
the trees still in dormancy,
the evergreens still growing,
none the matter,
and the snow starting to melt,
with spring coming again.