It’s late February, a cold windy day
Ice and snow flurries are on the way.
Winters saying, “don’t count me out yet”
“I still break out in snow, and a cold icy sweat.”
For a few days it seemed that winter was done
as daffodils broke through ground warmed by the sun.
It’s the shortest of months but Seems the longest to end
Holding off March from Marching right in.