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.