O! Cursed February
I can see through your deceit.
I look out into Springtime,
Only Winter beckons me.
I gaze out into blue skies
and my eyes drift down to green
of purest Goddess' eyes
in the grass and on the trees.
Dissentering my shelter,
I walk into the core
of chills that send me homeward
but to reenter the warmth.
A cloud of breath is my tail
as I, now, forever will
wash my hands of February
and her wish to make me ill.
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