February

by Anonymous

February is the cruelest month.

teasing me incessantly

with cautious rays of sun

rolling through bare trees.

I am sure this light

would illuminate the leaves by my window

but they have left

instead, they litter the ground

like soldiers fallen

in a fated war.

February

brings signs of warmth that waits

in many months

to tantalize,

and I wait

for more sunshine, like honey

to soothe my throat.