February is a petulant toddler,
sometimes sulking under a livid pewter
a sudden shower might turn
to a delicate flurry of lace,
and when you believe it is winter
he turns azure and bright,
an innocent Cheshire cat,
cloaking the pieces
of your favorite china.
February wears workboots
too big for his feet stumbles
around, the shortest of months,
squeezed between the mayhem of winter
and rapture of spring, and we love
him mostly because of how fast
he matures into March.
Today Grace hosts our OLN at dVerse and you are welcome to share any one poem. She shares a couple of wonderful poems by Margaret Atwood, please pass by and read her poems.
April 2, 2022
February definitely wears work boots. enjoyed this.
Petulant toddler is an apt description. Love how the season goes quickly to March. Cannot wait for spring.
I love the ‘Petulant toddler’ too. It’s been a while, I’ve not blogged in ages, and I’m impressed at how many of my friends still do. I hope you’re well. 🙂
I still write, my poetry… only at dVerse these days.
That’s great! Keep it up.
I do love how blessedly short February is. Wonderful description:
“squeezed between the mayhem of winter
and rapture of spring,”
Longest shortest month ever.
This is absolutely stunning, Bjorn! I love the image of February as; “an innocent Cheshire cat, cloaking the pieces of your favorite china.”💙💙
such a fun personification -“February wears workboots
too big for his feet stumbles”
I love the personification here–all the wonderful images you’ve come up with–love the stumbling in the work boots. 🙂
February is birthday month though–both my children and my husband, so it is a good month. I think March is often worse–cold and windy.
I go with the petulant month over the cruelest one every time. You know what you’re in for!
I can see why you are happy when March shows her face!
Not fast enough…but you’ve captured this see-saw season well. (K)
Wonderful personification of what February means to us who can’t wait for spring to come!
At least we get Valentine’s Day though…but everything else is a little dreary, agree! 😄
I think this is a lovely personification of an unpredictable, fitful February’s resistance to change—well done poetry
One cannot help but smile through every line of your lovely whimsical poem.
Brilliant personification of Feb. Bjorn! Oh how lovely it is in its child-like tantrums and overloads of love!
I like the too big boots. Marching into March!