Winter Is February Itself Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

My late grandmother used to call it As the uncontrollable month for it Behaves differently from all of other A year's others' months... Things get worse and worse For many reasons... February can not be trusted Simply because that's the way With it anytime... Winds blow violently, Unexpected snows and heavy rains fall Dramatically everywhere, Empty streets reflect the situation That controls out-doors... Winter is always there mixed with That crazy February To that extent in which we feel Both as real Winters anytime... We feel very cold and We feel that everything looks different... Winter is February and February is Winter itself... In a word, They look-like twin-brothers anytime, Anywhere, and everywhere.... ______________________________________________________________________