In frosted breath and skies of gray,
February steals upon the day.
A whisper soft, a hush so deep,
Where winter's secrets gently sleep.
The world lies dormant, hushed and still,
Awaiting spring's returning thrill.
Yet in the cold, a promise lies,
Of budding blooms and sunlit skies.
The days are short, the nights are long,
But hope's small flame...