“My darling, tell me about the Storm Moon, please.”

February is the

erratic toddler of

the calendar

Immature, irritable

impulsive, irrational

Pitching fits

Napping oddly

The Queen of Satellites

dons her mantle

of Storm Moon

To distract and appease

the imp of February

Showering it with a

weighty blanket

of heavy snow

Radiating storm through

her Prism of Night

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