February

 

                                        



The sun rides higher

Every trip

The sidewalk shows

Icicles drip.


A snowstorm comes,

And cars are stuck,

Though road salt flies

From the old town truck.


The chickadees

Grow plump on seed

That Mother pours

Where they can feed,


And snipping, snipping

Scissors run

To cut out hearts

For everyone.



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