February’s Fay 2025

A slight pause, as I look out yonder my back porch
And I see the red buds on the Maples.
I know, it is February's Fay, come a little late this year
It is true, but it has been very cold.
Spring will soon arrive, as I walk out to my tree
And see the Brussels' Sprout like bulbs
On the tree, red and purplish greens in nacreous two-tones
Which will sprout into beautiful red flowers.
Always a little leery, my delusions
Are wary of the mad spring.
But, it is not spring.
It is the sure sign it is February.