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