Thursday, February 03, 2005

A new month

I wanted to write a poem about February because it's such a great month, but the only words I could think of that rhyme with February were: apothecary, dromedary, corollary, honorary, temporary, statuary. This was not helpful. May would have been easier.

I find the pleasures of february
Fleeting, brutal, temporary:

Slush alongside sloppy streets
Chapped lips and other wintry treats

Despite short days and frozen slopes
Like the white bright sun there is yet hope:

Winter doldrums are just a myth
Especially on the twenty-fifth.

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