It’s near the end of February
And more snow makes us wary–
That we’ll slip and slide and land on our butts
Or conk our heads like coconuts.
For me, I am weary
Of days dark and dreary–
Of heavy clothes,
My runny nose
My big and clunky winter boots
And all the salt upon my suits–
But March is soon upon us,
Bringing relief from winter jaundice
Perhaps by then
Temps will be above 10–
Or there may be
Some red-breasted robins to see–
Maybe that will pull me from this winter floomp
And give my spirits a bit more oomph.
I know, I know–the cold will go
Along with the slush and ice and snow–
One day this year
We’ll stand and cheer
That winter’s past
At last, at LAST!