February Afternoon
February afternoon, quiet and grey,Bare branches whisper in the breeze’s sway.Sun timidly peeks through clouds,On frozen earth, its warmth allows.Snow hides a world below,Dreams of spring silently grow.In winter’s grip, life persists,From the frost, it gently lifts.River still beneath ice sheen,Mirrors a world in between.Whispers of journeys high,Rain to come, warmer sky.February day, nature’s quiet…