In February’s fleeting breath, the cold begins to wane,
A whisper of the coming spring, amidst the frost and rain.
The days grow longer, light returns, a promise in the air,
While winter’s grasp begins to fade, releasing nature’s snare.

Beneath the snow, the earth prepares, for blossoms yet to bloom,
A quiet stirring in the ground, dispelling winter’s gloom.
The trees stand bare, yet in their hearts, new life begins to stir,
Anticipation fills the world, as spring begins to purr.

February holds a magic, a bridge from cold to warm,
A month of subtle changes, in nature’s grand reform.
The winds still bite, the nights are long, but hope begins to rise,
As winter’s end is near at hand, seen through clear blue skies.

So let us cherish February, this month of quiet grace,
A time of gentle transition, in winter’s cold embrace.
For soon the crocus will appear, and robins sing their song,
Heralding the springtime, for which we’ve waited long.