I step into the warm air,
It's February
My back heats up as the sun beats down,
It's February
The birds sing sweetly, gently, with care
It's February
As I run, I hear loud leaves crunch under my feet,
It's February
I feel a cold breeze blow in my face,
It's February
The wind whispers and whistles past my skin,
It's February
I see the sun's reflection off the glistening lake,
It's February!
AN: A lot of people think that February is all about snow, where I live. But this poem captures the beautiful month how it was in 2017.
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PoetryA collection of Poems by Kathleen Cain. This was all written with a deadline. Therefore, you might probably think that the poems are terrible. I also wrote this when I was 11 or 12 because we were assigned it. Please don't hate it. I am not going to...
