Family performance

 

February poem

In winter's grasp, yet nearing spring's embrace, 

February whispers change with gentle grace. 

Snowflakes dance their final fleeting dance, 

As daylight grows and hope begins to prance.

by Microsoft Co-pilot AI

January Poem

 January is here,

With eyes that keenly glow—

A frost-mailed warrior striding

A shadowy steed of snow.

–Edgar Fawcett, American poet (1847–1904)