February

The crystal sheen of snow and thaw
Beneath the golden sunlight flashes.
Our February though bound by law,
Relinquishes its reins, yet clashes.

It lives and dreams in colors bright,
It softens now, its power waning.
It longs for spring and fades from sight,
In warmth and light no more remaining.

The parting snow has swept the floor,
The trees and trails to heavens soaring.
The frost is kind, it bites no more.
The woods will wake as birds start pouring.