Poem #36: February

It's my birthday month! My poem gives the impression that I don't love this month but, really, I do. I will admit find this part of winter starts to cloy somewhat. Luckily the monotony will be chopped up with birthday celebrating. As I wrote today's poem, I had a sense of deja vu that I've written a poem about February in the past. That's the beauty about poems though, even if I had - it wouldn't be the same.