February
February..
February leads the spring
Pulling sharp spears of green
Clear of the vestiges of winter
Leaving behind decaying remnants
Wreaths of pale dried grasses
Which drape and skirt hedgerows
Edge the trunks of mature trees
Gather damply in shady field corners
The dark months give way
To growth and renewal
February takes the season forward
Nobly into spring
Stephen Gospage
Tue 15th Feb 2022 21:58
Your poem describes exactly how the days feel here, Brenda. Something is changing.