Sunday, January 31

FEBRUARY


When February tires of her somber dress
She tucks ice diamonds in her hair
With Charming carelessness...
Sometimes she enfolds herself
In cloak of ermine snow...
And always, at her waist she wears
A Valentine-red bow !

1 comment:

Grammy Staffy said...

Nice poem. I can't believe it is Feb already. Where did Jan. go?