Petals in February

In quiet bloom, the roses lean,

Toward skies of peach and golden sheen.

Soft whispers curl in blushing hue,

A garden’s breath, both old and new.

The stems remember summer’s grace,

Yet winter paints a gentler face.

Each leaf a lullaby of green,

Each bud a hope, not yet seen.

So let the petals fall like thought,

Not perfect — just the joy they brought.

A canvas made of light and air,

Where beauty lingers everywhere.