By C. Richard Miles February sulks its shadow Over moorland, marsh and meadow. Dreary drizzle unabating, Then there's weather worse awaiting: Fog and frost and soft snow drifted Deep in heaps that can't be shifted, Rain that pours for hours and hours Putting paid to plants and flowers, Howling wind and gusting gale, Slushy sleet and hammering hail. Hopefully this woeful weather Has to pass, not last for ever. On a brighter note, a thought: Just be thankful February's short. This poem is in the public domain.February Weather