Oh, cruel February!
You, with your thaws
And your rains,
And small green shoots under the Jupiter's Beard.
You, teasing me with your songbirds
And flocks of swans winging northward
And your blue skies,
And your false hope.
I see you outside my window now
Fierce, unrelenting, and white.
My coffee cup is empty
And soon I must get out my snow shovel
Becky StaufferFebruary 20, 2011
UPDATE: As if right on cue, an entire flock of robins arrives today.