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…
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,…
In the hush of winter’s evening,Where the sky blushes at the night,February’s twilight, softly weavingThreads of darkness with last light.Bare branches etch the fading blue,A silent symphony in gray,Each silhouette a clueTo the secrets of the day.Stars, like shy reflections, start to peerThrough the canopy of dusk,Each a silent seer,In the night’s encroaching husk.The chill…
The sky, a canvas of grey and white,Sighs softly over the sleeping town.Bare trees stand, guardians of the light,Their shadows long, on pavements drown.A gentle chill, the air does carry,As clouds parade in silent jest.The streets, deserted, seem to tarry,In this quiet, a tranquil rest.A lone bird sings, its melody sweet,A hopeful tune, amidst the…
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 with rice.Each spoonful, a melody of home,In…
Whispers of snow in a world so hushed and white,Where woods stand silent in the fading light.My sleigh halts here, by these woods so deep and fair,A moment’s peace, in the cool, crisp winter air.Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening, a pause in time,A serene embrace of nature, so sublime.No words spoken, yet much…
Beneath the cloak of night so bold,Across the realms where tales are told,Far over the misty mountains cold,In lands of legends, old and gold.Where echoes dance in hollow halls,And shadows shift on ancient walls,There lies a path for those who dare,Through mist and myth, through frosty air.The peaks, they whisper secrets deep,Of dragons’ hoard and…
