Dreamy February

I've always thought February was rather lonely. 

She's not as cold as January or December,

but isn't as warm as March, April, or May.

And because it's still February, 

I thought I might do a poem in honor of her. 

February

Her trees are still rather bare, 

but there's sunshine everywhere.

There can be snow on the ground, 

or flowers poking up all around.

February's a lonely month,

So come, lets give her a cheer, 

For being here!

Thank you for reading! 

In a while!!