This month on Snail House we have two new seasonal poems!
February 2026
As the Seasons Are Written
By Joshua Simones
As the seasons
are written,
there are only
a few
who are not
courageous,
and therefore
say their “adieu.”
Like January, so
chilly, so breezy,
so brisk,
standing alone
in the cold
is not worth the risk,
And April so gloomy,
filled with fog and the rain.
The weather in April is not at all sane.
Groundhog
By Demir B.
Groundhog
Shmoundhog
Whoops fell down hog
See your shadow go and sleep
More of winter that can’t be beat
See daylight
That is neat
See your friend eating a beet!
