In the hush of February’s gentle breath,
Lies the promise of spring’s embrace,
Soft whispers carry dreams anew,
In winter’s lingering, tender grace.

Bare branches dance with the breeze,
Shadows stretch in the fading light,
While the earth waits in silent hope,
For the dawn to break the night.

Frosted mornings kiss the ground,
As hearts warm with love’s sweet glow,
February holds the fleeting time,
In its quiet, tender flow.

Days grow longer, nights retreat,
The world prepares to bloom,
February, gentle and discreet,
Guides us from winter’s gloom.