End of February
Quiet, dwindling days of February,Shadows stretch and cold winds tarry,Beneath stark, bare branches overhead,Lies the silent earth, a slumbering bed.Whispers of spring softly stir,A subtle shift, a gentle whisperer,Promising warmth with tender grace,Slow awakening of earth’s embrace.Frozen streams begin their thaw,Days lengthen as nights withdraw,First green shoots dare to appear,Signaling winter’s end is near.Yet, during…