In the hush of winter’s lingering breath,
February whispers soft, a tender sigh,
As daylight grows and shadows start to stretch,
It paints the sky with hues of dawn’s reply.

Beneath the snow, a promise starts to stir,
A gentle thawing in the heart of cold,
The earth begins to pulse with life anew,
As dreams of spring prepare to break the mold.

The winds of February sing a tune,
A melody of hope in winter’s chill,
Their gentle dance upon the barren trees,
Awakens life with quiet, steadfast will.

So let us cherish February’s charm,
Its subtle changes and its promise sweet,
For in this month of whispers and of dreams,
We find the strength to rise and to repeat.