February Is the Cruelest Month
Winter’s frost grips tight,February reigns, cold and harsh.Days short, bitter, under heavy skies,Marching in a leaden mass.Bare branches shiver, leafless,Snow blankets the earth cold.Sun, distant, forgetful queen,Leaves subjects longing, in retreat.Hope seems a faint memory,Creatures hide from relentless chill.Earth feels forsaken, forlorn,Under February’s dominion, against its will.Yet within harshness, strength lies,Quiet endurance, patient wait.Beneath frost,…