FEBRUARY
The sun rides higher
Every trip.
The sidewalk shows.
Icicles drip.
A snowstorm comes,
And cars are stuck,
And ashes fly
From the old town truck.
The chickadees
Grow plump on seed
That Mother pours
Where they can feed,
And snipping, snipping
Scissors run
To cut out hearts
For everyone.
by
John Updike
in
Good Morning to You, Valentine, poems selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins, illustrated by Tommie de Paola
Shaw Collection, PZ8.3 G6
Illuminations 
Good choice, Gina. It rhymes and has a regular meter.. Hurray for John Updike. Cathmar