February's Facade

Winter continues to linger at my feet with unbreakable devotion.
Spring lurks somewhere around the corner of the approaching month.
Hope sprouts out of the deep fountain within my soul.
Just waiting, hoping, and dreaming.

Amidst all the flawless reveries a bittersweet taste remains.
High-held hopes reach just enough for the sky.
Yet feel the dreaded sensation of reality.
Just knowing, dreading, and fearing.

Someday the dreams will be broken with little guarantee to spare.
The cruelties of life will once more be revealed.
The harshness of winter will strike back with no warning.
Just conspiring, striking, and waiting.