A Season of Smiles - Updated x2
In January, the kaboom of fireworks
Redefining glitter above us: What if
The sky was pink, should purple rain besmirch us
Yet, don a cheer for New Year.
In February, the appearance of bouquets, cordate chocolates
Many secret loves trespassing sticky notes
Lovely nothings hang mid-air.
In March, the hope of summer
springing like anxious fledglings pushed off their perch
Rain becomes wet again, and slinky vines climb, and the clandestine shed their lairs.
In April, the ascendancy of kites, compassionate Christ, innocent rose
enfeebling the Tempter's snare.
In May, the juggernaut of time: mother's five-foot smile
displays Amazing Grace's incarnate view.
In June, the wonder of rivers, warm dews, a Padre's hard hands, and ears
Perhaps, a hidden hero you never knew.
In July, the rhythm & blues of summer moods
fiestas, rowdy follicles flow from idling youth
siestas, catching dreams, catching dust-lust-rust
cane harvests, when fireflies flew.
In August, the brigades of picnickers, lemonade pitchers, watermelon
Days just go by you.
In September, the persistence of our memories
Time mows on.
Some things stay.
In October, the signs of leaves in the copse
and June plums plumping.
Newness shortly falls away.
In November, the reign of pumpkin and cinnamon
With stew dumplings wrapped in singed banana sleeves.
Giving thanks, table heads bowed, raised prayer palms
Discount deals. It's Black Friday!
In December, the thrill of his Christmas kiss
glows my nose a carrot-red
blowing winter back
... till May
Copyright © Trina Layne | Year Posted 2025
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