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February

by Brian Francis





When the cold seems to settle
and frost glistening shines
When soles shield weakens
and shivers climb the spine

Crispness crowns the moment
As a distant church bell peals
Winter claims the high throne
slumbering nature bowing yields

snowy breezes that dance and race
and chase the swirled chill air
It is always coldest before the spring
we can find our promise there



02/14/2018

Posted on 02/14/2018
Copyright © 2018 Brian Francis

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/14/18 at 03:55 PM

Gorgeous poem, ever so mentoring, us out of tuners, in musicality.

Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 02/15/18 at 04:47 AM

Beautiful.

Posted by Leonard M Hawkes on 02/15/18 at 05:21 AM

This is a wonderful seasonal poem, and I do so welcome the four-line rhymed stanzas. Nice work.

Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/16/18 at 01:03 AM

Oh Wow!!! What a beautiful delicate reflection of the rhythm of nature, what it does to us (climbing the spine) with some genius phrases like the one I just alluded to. "Dance and race and chase the swirled chill air" This poem is a rare treat. Thank you so much, Brian.

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