February days,

are more cloudy,

than they are bright,

but the snow flutters down,

making everything white.

Birds fly to and fro,

seeking their seeds,

from the feeders they know.

February days,

are lonely days,

they seem so long,

as we wait,

for spring,

and the robin’s song.


Author: wint68,70pluswint

I am married, have four lovely children and five grandchildren. I love gospel music and to write poetry as a hobby. I love animals such as dogs, and white tailed deer. I love good clean humor.

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