February

Snow lightly falls from somber orange skies So sorrowfully Like the burning flame, and withered snow dances As it falls into a desolation, a home And that flame, so sad Burns in a shadow of melancholy And it’s so vast beyond distant cries The leaden enshrouded sky, enshrouded with a pale hope We won’t be lost February Painting the whites along And the orange tears Enliving the scarlet Despair lathers