Player 9999 posted a message on 31/01 10:37 on the Wonderz & QuoVerbis Forum: Poem of Dominic Sagne. Answer him on Wonderz & QuoVerbis and exchange with other players

February (the round of the months)

The cold early mornings of February
rise in shades of orange red,
And the clouds slowly stretch,
leaving the sun time to dress.
With its sweet heat, it melts the ice
that the night deposits like a shell,
on a nature, still numb
, that only wants to come back to life.
February has a bad reputation.
When reading the old sayings
, it is said that it is cold, rainy, windy
And yet it is very laborious
Since it prepares Spring
Drawing the nature of its numbness
A little more, every day
Without waiting for anything in return
That to die, to leave its place
to this naughty month of March.
Tuesday-fat and the candlemas
bring to this small working
month a festive atmosphere, appreciated by the little
ones who cover it with the colours of the confetti.