The Frigid Month Of February Poem by Dennis Spilchuk

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.