456: The Seven Days of February: ii

Soon, soon we will be free from freeze and snow,

as March is in the window, getting close,

but not tonight are seeds and hearts to grow,

for one or two more storms are this month’s dose.

And cold ones, too, not like the ones so near

that soon will bathe us: lukewarm and content.

These February rains are cruel and drear,

and keep us down—our heads bedownward bent.

So out of nowhere do they come! So brash!

No man can plan a thing in their chaos!

These skies are raging, riotous, and rash,

bound only by Achillean kleos.

If love indeed can cut, this month, her cage,

it follows that the night skies, too, will rage.