Farewell to February

February fades, so cold and gray,
its weary breath now drifts away.
The nights were long, the days stood still,
a weight that bent the strongest will.

Not just the frost or bitter air,
but hearts that held too much to bear.
The whispered prayers, the sleepless eyes,
the longing lost in silent skies.

Yet even now, as winter wanes,
a hint of hope begins to reign.
A breeze that stirs, so soft, so light,
a golden thread within the night.

Beneath the snow, the roots still yearn,
for sun’s embrace, for spring’s return.
The rivers hum, the robins sing,
the world leans forward into spring.

So let the past now find its rest,
let weary hearts release their stress.
For brighter days are drawing near,
and softer winds will dry each tear.

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This past winter felt longer than most—not because of the cold, but because of everything it carried. It was a season of exhaustion, of pushing through when energy ran low, of waiting for better days to come. Time moved slowly, each day blending into the next, and yet, I kept moving with it.

But now, February is slipping away, and with it, that weight begins to lift. The days stretch a little longer, the air feels just a little softer, and even though winter still lingers, I can sense the shift. Something new is waiting just beneath the surface.

Spring isn’t just about warmer weather—it’s about renewal. It’s the reminder that even after hard seasons, there is still growth, still light, still something to look forward to. The trees will bloom again, the trails will call me back, and with each passing day, I’ll find a little more energy, a little more hope.

Time keeps moving, and so do I. And as the earth turns toward brighter days, I’m ready to do the same.