February Soup by Stewart Stafford
The February fog,
Turns all into blobs,
Orange street lights,
To Valentine’s Night.
When the wind strays,
Fog’s mantle is grey,
Laying misty bouquets,
On barren, muddied days.
The daffodils of March,
Can cheer up Plutarch,
Adorned in Kelly green,
No sign of foggy screens.
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