Do not let these warm sunny days
Of February 
Trick you
It is not summer
It is not yet spring
My summer was filled with
Three trips 
To two different rivers 
Where I did not fish
Sunflowers & morning glories
Beer drank in the barn hall
Over tears
And sleepless evenings
Endless conversations 
With friends I thought
I already knew
But raw with emotion
One relaxing day on the lake
Poetry
And looking at the stars 
Because I couldn’t hold it in
Fire trucks at the fair
As we posed in our tiaras
There was coffee cornhole charcuterie and caves
There were plenty of laughs
And some really big surprises 
Summer was perfect as usual
And unforgettable 
So February needs to get in line
And be winter 
Because I want more cozy days
Before I’m a sweaty mess
On a sweltering day
Parked directly over the air conditioner 
Set on 65
I want to eat more chili and soup
And roasts and meatloaf
Before I turn to salads and avocados 
And ice cream
I want time spent curled in my blanket
With a book on my lap
And a candle flickering 
And the wind howling beyond my windows
February should be itself
Everything else is taken
Just like you