February is the month of farewell and hope. On the one hand, it is difficult to say goodbye to the beauty of the white glory, and on the other hand, the end of winter gives hope for change.

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Snow

All day the clouds
   Grow cold and fall,
And soft the white fleece shrouds
   Field, hill and wall;
And now I know
   Why comes the snow:
The bare black places lie
   Too near the sky.

Author: Charles Bertram Johnson, public domain.
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