From Winter’s Hearth to Summer’s Shade: The Elegance of a Small Circle
In the cold embrace of January’s chill , where frost adorns the night, To be surrounded by just a few is like a hearth’s warm light. A small circle, close and true, is like a cozy cabin’s glow, Where every crackling ember tells a story only, they know. In February’s fleeting thaw, when winter’s grip begins to break, To welcome a few new faces is like a fresh, awakening lake. Each new friend is a budding flower, just beginning to unfold, Adding new hues to the winter scene, like threads of silver and gold. As March breathes life into spring with a whispering breeze, A small circle of friends is like a garden of emerging seeds. Each one a promise, gently sprouting through the thawing earth, Nurtured in quiet company, preparing for their bloom’s worth. In April’s dance of showers and bloom, where colours start to sing, A few cherished friends are like rainbows that sof...