When you get right down to it there isn’t really much redeemable about February.
Yes there is a day of love.
It is also the shortest month but for me,
for me it takes the longest.
There is no hidden anticipation.
All is doom, gloom and the farthest thing from bloom.
No hope yet.
Just passing time as I patiently wait for the promise of renewal in
spring- in March.
Literary.Land.of.Alysia 
This is beautiful!
I’m the furthest thing from being a sentimental man of faith, but I still try to look at February philosophically. Sure, there’s more gray than grace, but there is still anticipation. If a year was like a day, then February would be like 5:30 AM. It’s always darkest before the dawn. — YUR
Very appropriate and well said, “It’s always darkest before the dawn”
It is the month of hibernation. Turning the eye inward. 😀
Captures February. Well done
I’m not too keen on February–my divorce anniversary is on Groundhog’s Day, which has become mildly amusing with the passage of decades.