Ah, not another poem!

They must know

February is coming to an end

The sky is gray again

Snow or rain may fall

My mind is as fragile as a china doll

But wait, I hear a call


The green tips of daffodils are forced from below

The leaf buds of honeysuckle are beginning their show

The warrior of winter will soon arch his bow

And the arrows of this cold stark season will quickly go

For the Zephyrs of Spring will soon blow