Feb. Outskirts

February, its time for us, we do not hide,
go to the air, not afraid,
your favorite whims,
winters, weakening, surprises?

Oh, no! -- Not worth it! -- Take your time!
Living in the middle of nowhere is harsh!?
Now is not May, not red summer.
More than once winter. -- This --

not a sure sign to meet warmly,
although, everywhere, delivered.
Drops knocks, and melts together.
For tomorrow, what? --Nobody knows!

Today is a thaw, almost spring,
and the sun is bright as a spinner.
And then, suddenly, a blizzard and cold.
And ice covered, again, a puddle.