In the gentle hush of February’s breath,
Winter lingers, weaving dreams of white,
A fleeting touch before the earth’s rebirth,
As days grow tender with the lengthening light.

Snowflakes dance like whispers in the air,
Falling softly on the quiet, waiting land,
Each flake a secret, a promise to share,
Of spring’s warm hand, ready to expand.

The trees stand bare, in silent, stark repose,
Yet underneath, life’s pulse begins to rise,
The quiet preparation, nature knows,
For vibrant hues beneath the widening skies.

February holds the world in gentle pause,
A bridge between the cold and budding green,
A moment’s grace, a chance to dream and pause,
In winter’s heart, where hidden hopes convene.