The shortest month it seems to me
the one that goes by so quickly
Is often dark and gloomy…wet
Winter-ish, not quite Spring yet

My hummingbirds return to feed
I give them all the food they need
Those saucy birds put on a show
And tease my cat too, don’t you know

There are some days that shine like gold
The sun so bright, those don’t grow old
I long for them, they warm my heart
While I yearn for Spring to start

The gloomy days, they start to brighten
Mornings also seem to lighten
The days get longer bit by bit
And I for one am glad of it

A Summer girl I am for sure
Winter’s something I endure
Fall is lovely, this is true
And Spring brings promise bright and new

But February on its own
Just seems so harsh and bleak, alone
I think the month needs a vacation
Someplace warm for recreation

Let’s send the month on Holiday
And have an extra month of May
Or June, July or August too
Any Summer month will do

February can return one day
When all its blues are chased away
In the meantime, tell me true
I think this plan will work…don’t you?

There Is Always Hope!

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