Our Year Of Months (January - July)
Divided into months is our Earth year;
fixed firm in space to meet with climate change,
relation with our Sun makes it so clear
we will be blessed with seasons that arrange
first three, known as our winter and which are
much colder than the ones of early spring;
those warmer months of April, May, by far
enjoyed more after winter's icy fling.
At mid-way thru the year, our summer starts
with June, July and August on their throne.
Soon our September and October arts
paint lovely autumn scenes of fall, full-blown.
November and December end year's stage;
and January starts as a new page.
And January starts as a new page;
first sheet of twelve to see upon the wall.
It clearly hangs, no scribbles, signs of age;
clean slate to set new plans both big and small.
New Year...so many days to get things done,
with resolutions, challenges to face
before the twelve fly off, each one by one;
a whole new year to lovingly embrace.
Again to watch our seasons' magic ways:
the spring and summer flowers, fall, so bright;
our winter wonderland with snow filled days.
This year, another gift of life’s delight,
When January ends, we know it's clear;
month two, cold February, will appear.
Month two, cold February will appear...
we slip into another winter month.
More times than not with snow days we adhere.
In days of February, we confront
a winter wonderland, a gift to see,
with hills and valleys swirled in white displays.
Ice skating, skiing, sledding, wild and free;
we celebrate our February's phase.
A chance to rest, relax indoors so warm;
spend cozy times with family and friends.
No matter, big snowfall or ice-filled storm,
her wintry mix of white is autumn's cleanse.
When February's done, we must restage;
next, comes our windy March to take her stage.
Next, comes our windy March to take her stage;
a winter month, our third is now in line.
And she can be a fickle one to gauge...
bring climate that is wild or quite benign.
'In like a lion...out, like lamb, of course
she teases us with spring then turns around;
and there again, a snowstorm soon in force.
So March has her surprises to astound.
But towards her end, we think about our spring,
and March does seem to seal winters end.
We pick up twigs and branches, an upswing
on warm and sunny days; on hopes depend.
The month of March will own up to defeat
when April comes on pussy-willow feet.
When April comes on pussy-willow feet,
we gather images of springtime's sign,
bouquets of varied thoughts of her new feat;
emerging crocus, budding branch, and vine.
Symbolic, too, the lily, pure and white;
new chicks and bunnies, butterflies galore.
The fading, icy sting of winter's night
replaced by spring's warm day, long waited for.
We contemplate each image and we know
the thrill of surging hope that swells the soul.
New life, from dormant seed, will rise and show
how spring joy resurrects from winter's dole.
She passes on her joy as next month's tune;
the month of May unfolds her blossoms soon.
The month of May unfolds her blossoms soon;
she comes betwixt late spring and summer days...
'tween buds of April and full bloom in June.
Spring daffodils and tulips pave the ways
for roses, iris, and pink peonies.
Lush leaves of green take on a deeper hue,
when rains in early spring, now somewhat eased,
had nourished well new blossoms that breakthrough.
Our May...her name alone lifts up our hearts;
we've honored her with love throughout the years.
This child of spring displays her youthful arts
till summer's full maturity appears.
Then lovely May will yield to next month's treat;
our mid-year month of June brings summer heat.
Our mid-year month of June brings summer heat
that deepens colors of light springtime green.
With thicker foliage, the treetops meet
and sway with rhythm peaceful and serene.
Her green abides in velvet smooth green grass,
that forms a carpet 'round the graceful trees;
the flow of vines that cling and drape amass,
and willow branches dance in summer's breeze.
June's green brings harmony to heart and mind;
surrounds with gently blended color hues...
the mix of hope of yellow-lemon rind
and calm and faithful light of tranquil blues.
On June's last day, she bows and ends her tune;
July now follows summer's song of June.
Sandra M. Haight
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