A Moment In the Midst of Madness
Ah, February
You and your groundhog
Torment me, tease me
With the fictitious hoax
Of an early Spring.
Oh, why do I still hope?
Knowing that the cards are dealt
By madmen
In top hats worshiping
A despondent despot
A long nosed, squinty eyed
Overstuffed rodent.
Ah, February
Your shortness conceals
The depth of your coldness
The icy twinge of your sunshine
The hollow sting of your emptiness.
And yet sweet February
We bare our hearts
Carry roses for you
Wax poetic on your behalf
For love is not a season
But a moment in the midst
Of madness.
John G. Lawless
©2/3/2022
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