A Year of Winds
When a January blast,
Feeds a February blizzard,
It recedes into a March flurry.
An April flutter,
Melds into a May wafting.
Giving way to a June zephyr,
Followed up by a July puff.
A mere breath in August,
Succumbs to September drafts,
Which are overcome by gusts of October.
Nodding away to the gales of November,
That chill a soul for the blows of December.
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