Lonely February Bird

Frosted dawn, a symphony in hues of blue,
Echoes silence where summer's chorus flew.
Beneath bare boughs, a lonely trill takes flight,
Remembering warmth beneath the sun's bright light.
Unafraid, it braves the winter's icy hold,
A silent song, a story yet untold.
Rising wind whispers secrets of rebirth,
Yearning wings await the verdant Earth.

Bird, feathers fluffed, dreams of summer's bright sheen,
Igniting hope's ember, a future unseen.
Rising dawn casts hope upon the snow,
Dreams in feathers, waiting for sun's warm glow.

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WRITTEN FOR: "WINNER & NEW PROMPT Due Sunday Feb 4"  
PROMPT: Please write a story or poem that has the title: "Lonely February Bird"
As one of your genres, please select: "Nature"