In the hush of winter’s breath,
February unfolds its gentle arms,
A fleeting pause between the storms,
Where dreams are whispered in the calm.

The skies are cloaked in ashen gray,
Yet hope ignites with every dawn,
For in the quiet of this month,
New beginnings gently spawn.

Beneath the snow, the earth prepares,
To wake from slumber, life anew,
February’s touch, so soft and kind,
Promises of spring in view.

Oh, shortest month, yet full of heart,
With love and warmth you do impart,
In your embrace we find our peace,
Until the winter’s cold release.