Seasons poems

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…

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…

Late February, shadows stay,Bare trees stretch, winter’s sway.Whispers of spring, tender tease,Touches frost, gentle ease.Snow retreats, earth revealed,Sun grows bold, warmth unsealed.Crocuses pierce cold earth’s shield,Color bursts, spring’s yield.Quiet shift, life renews,Cycles flow, whispers true.Late February, gift in tow,Pause awaits spring’s show. Meaning “Late February Poem” captures the subtle yet profound transition from winter to…