February

In February's fleeting grasp we find,
The shortest month, a momentary kind.
Though fewer days may grace its calendar's sight,
It holds a beauty, a quiet, tender light.

Snowflakes dance upon the frozen ground,
In February's hush, a gentle sound.
A chill in the air, yet love's warmth does appear,
As hearts entwine on this month so dear.

Valentine's Day, a sweet romantic theme,
Where love is more than just a fleeting dream.
In the midst of winter's icy embrace,
Hearts and souls find their special place.

The groundhog peeks from its cozy lair,
Predicting the season with a cautious stare.
Will winter linger, or shall springtime grace,
February's end, with a soft embrace?

Oh, February, though short your stay may be,
You bring a touch of magic, we all can see.
A month of love and winter's silent grace,
In your brevity, you find a special place.

Source: Some or all of the content was generated using an AI language model