How February's flown: <br />One day to go <br />Till March should enter <br />And march right in. <br /> <br />But in he sneaks <br />On slippered feet <br />More of a shuffle <br />With hints of spring. <br /> <br />But he keeps back <br />Hid up his sleeve <br />To mix some winter <br />With practised tricks. <br /> <br />He stirs some snow <br />Infused with frost <br />Inside his cauldron <br />For us to drink <br /> <br />Yet martial March <br />Which seems so strict <br />Can not dismay us <br />With discipline <br /> <br />He can't hold back <br />The urgent thrust <br />Of waiting nature <br />That longs to burst <br /> <br />So bulbs will sprout <br />And buds will break <br />And leaves will open <br />Despite the cold <br /> <br />And birds will nest <br />And sheep will lamb <br />As winter weakens <br />Subdued by warmth <br /> <br />So silent spring <br />Will start to shout <br />From icy prison: <br />Now let me out!<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/how-february-s-flown/
