This isn't poetry by the way, it IS a Novel, but every thing's a metaphor for three things at once and you have to decide what it means to you at the time and then completely change that idea by the next chapter and so on and so forth. It's fun, if you're prepared for it.
The concept is, that February is jealous of flight and has refused to succeed his place to Summer. (It's hard to tell when February is a person, or a month, or "winter"). He goes around killing children (or maybe only forcing them into hiding?) and if you dare oppose him then something bad is sure to happen.
The village this is based in refuses to take this lying down and come up with some ingenious but ultimately futile ideas to combat him. Going around insisting it's summer by dressing in shorts and trying to tan while it's snowing. Constantly boiling water to melt the snow and thaw the ground, make a jagged box of light bulbs to fit around you're head to combat the early dark.
Yeah.
It's an experience, and it's short, but I can't comfortably recommend it because I know only a handful of people who might like it and none who would absolutely love it. Let me know if you did, though. I totally reread it like 4 times with post-it's because I had to lead a discussion on it. There's only so many times you can say "I don't think we're supposed to know what the author meant by this but I'm going to ask what you think anyway"
Laughing in hindsight.
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