A February Wish Beneath the vast and whispering February sky, Where stars begin to twinkle, and the moon climbs high, There stands a soul, on the cusp of spring’s soft sigh, Making a wish, as the world quietly passes by. May your days be filled with the warmth of love’s embrace, And every step lead…
February’s Frosty Dawn Frosty mornings, crisp and clear, Echoes of winter, drawing near. Beneath the snow, life whispers soft, Reawakening dreams aloft. Underneath the starlit sky, Adventures wait, as clouds drift by. Rays of hope stretch out their hands, Yielding warmth across the lands. Meaning This poem captures the essence of February, a month that…
Whispers of February In the silence of a February morn, Frost kisses each leaf, adorned. Bare trees stand in solemn grace, Under the winter’s cold embrace. A whisper through the air does weave, Of spring beneath the snow’s thick sleeve. In this quiet, a promise lies, Of warmer days under bluer skies. Meaning “Whispers of…
In February’s chill, where whispers freeze mid-air, A pot simmers, melding flavors with care. Within its depths, a warmth begins to rise, A gentle brew of chicken soup with rice. Beneath the frosty veil of winter’s grip, This soup becomes a sailor’s sturdy ship. Sailing through cold, with spices nice, On waves of broth, afloat…
On a day cloaked in the chill of February’s grasp, A voice was stilled, its echo vast. 1963, the year, the world would come to mourn, The day Sylvia Plath’s legacy was reborn. Her words, like sharp icicles, hang in the air, Revealing depths of despair, stark and bare. A poet’s soul, both haunted and…
February’s Brief Song February flits, on quiet wings, Short and sweet, the frost it brings. Days of gray, and brisk night falls, Nature’s whisper, springtime calls. Bare trees stand, in silent wait, For the sun’s warmth, to open fate. February’s song, a fleeting tune, Underneath the brightening moon. In its chill, a promise kept, Winter’s…
February’s Silent Promise In the quietude of February’s embrace, where frost etches lace on window’s face, there lies a subtle, profound grace, a whispered promise in winter’s pace. Beneath the silver gleam of a moon so bright, stars twinkle in the velvet night, each a beacon, a harbinger of light, ushering in spring with all…
