The Frigid Month Of February Poem by Dennis Spilchuk

The Frigid Month Of February



Winter at its worst, cold and dreary.
When whipped-up winds quake the wary,
With falling temperatures and snow:
Freezing exposed skin, fingers, and toes.

In a blitz of polar-felt weather
That stymies the ardent traveller;
People shudder forward in the chill,
Trekking along like penguins uphill.

Seasonal temperaments dissipate
In mutual bonds which people partake;
With each empathizing each other,
When outside challenging the weather.

Winter at its worst, cold and dreary,
In the frigid month of February.

The Frigid Month Of February
Sunday, January 31, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: winter,february,snow,coldness,depression
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