A Feb day

The clear sky 

The lonely sun

The wind is gone 

Fun is done

Wind at rest

Children at home

The kites are down

I am waiting alone

Cold at rest 

Sunlight at the best

Dots are erased

Too empty to gaze

I came down 

With a frown

It feels cold

Appears too brown

Back from shade

Down I gaze

People are cheerful

Barring sad haze

I find me smiling

Enjoying the phase

Sun will shine 

Appearing all daze