February Fantasy

Small February brazenly,
Is stealing March's line.
He's gamboling much like a lamb
Amidst the bright sunshine.
I fear that later we will pay,
The lion will be king.
But oh, I hope these truly are
The first few days of spring.

Painting white pictures in the sky
Are swan in flying vee
And with two eagles soaring by
Sketched in my memory.
When I'm in need of sweet remind
In dreams I join them there.
Leaving all care on turf below
I ride on tide of air.

To vie with February's show
Sweet March has a long way to go.

By: Joyce 2/2/05