February Sonnet
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,…