February
Coldest month of the year.
Worst month of the year.
One look outside, and all you see is
The groundhog sighs in dismay.
Whoever said winter’s like a lamb?
Maybe it’s the same person who gave
February the title of
Black History Month.
What an asshole!
Shortest month of the year.
Worst month of the year.
Coldest, greyest, most depressing.
It should have been March.
When the buds form…
Spring’s peaceful resistance to winter.
When the clouds disappear…
Spring prancing toward freedom.
When animals reunite with outside…
Spring’s natural desegregation.
Spring forward into civil rights.
March right on through.
It should have been March.
February is cold, isolating,
Like the way our world was before.
The ice preserves yesterday…
We can’t even begin to think about tomorrow.
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