The March Ides Upon the fifteenth’s light, in March’s embrace,A soothsayer’s warning, etched in time’s face.Beware, the ides, where fates intertwine,A dictator’s fall, by Senate’s design.In the heart of Rome, under a sky so stark,A conspiracy brews in the shadows and dark.Julius Caesar, with power so vast,Unaware his ides of March would be his last.Friends…
Amidst the chill that February brings,The frost-kissed mornings and the evenings cold,A quiet strength within the earth still clings,As whispered tales of springtime are foretold.The barren trees, like sentinels, stand tall,Their branches etched against the gray sky’s dome,Awaiting warmer winds to break their thrall,To coax the hidden buds of life to bloom.Yet, in this cold,…
Winter’s grasp, a gentle sigh,February rain beneath gray sky.Drops dance on cobblestones sweet,Melody where sky and earth meet.Each drop a memory, seasons gone,Promise of spring in winter’s song.Bare branches washed in grace,Rain adorns the world’s embrace.Fields stir beneath the veil,Raindrops serenade, over hills sail.Whisper through meadows, kiss the land,Rain, a painter’s gentle hand. Meaning “February…
February’s Sketch February whispers,soft and low,a gray skyover a white blanket.Bare trees stand,silent sentinels,watching overslumbering earth.Air, crisp and clean,carries the promiseof a sun,yet to warm.Footsteps markthe fleeting presence,a path through snow,quickly filled.Night falls early,yet each daygrows longer,a subtle hope.February, a pause,between the chilland the thaw,holding breath. Meaning This poem captures the essence of February in…
In Sydney’s heart, February unfurls,A tapestry rich, in warmth it swirls.The sun kisses the sea, a lover’s gaze,Summer’s last breath, in its golden haze.Leaves whisper not, but in breezes dance,Shadows play in a fleeting, sunlit trance.The harbor, a mirror to sky’s endless blue,Boats glide, painting ripples anew.Night descends, a soft, starlit veil,Laughter floats, in the…
In Paris, where the Seine softly flows,February whispers, and the winter snows.The city’s heart beats slow and deep,Under a sky where twilight shadows creep.Lights flicker on in the dusky haze,Cafés buzz with the warmth of indoor days.Lovers stroll, wrapped in shared dreams,By the riverbanks, under the lamplight beams.The Eiffel Tower, in silhouette stands,A timeless sentinel…
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…
Grasp of Black February, shadows linger,Beneath a weary sky, cold and stark,Land lies dormant, frost-bound slumber,Awaiting Spring’s first spark.Trees stand sentinel, branches bare,Against a muted world,Silhouettes like brushstrokes rare,On skies where gray clouds swirled.River’s flow hushed, surface sealed,Ice glints beneath moon’s glow,Hidden strength revealed,Stars watch the world below.Winter’s depth, silent reign,Promise whispers beneath snow,Life stirs,…
In the heart of winter’s deepest chill,A whisper of hope, a wish to instill,February’s days, short and brisk,Carry a promise, with dawn’s risk.Let each snowflake that falls and fades,Bring warmth not seen in sun or shades,For hearts entwined in frost’s embrace,Seek solace in the cold’s brief grace.May laughter echo, soft and clear,Through barren trees, for…
February’s Frost February wears a frosty crown,Chilled whispers skirt the town.Sunlight dances, briefly stays,In the grip of winter’s maze.Icy breath upon the glass,Shadows stretch as hours pass.Bare trees stand, silent sentries,Guarding over empty entries.Yet beneath the cold facade,Life prepares its grand charade.For soon the frost will fade to dew,And spring will make its grand debut….
