Seasons

I love January when Jasmines blossom little sapphire buds unfolding fragrance. February makes us laugh with a leap yet so short it makes women talk less. March marches as song of the summer yet clinging to what left of the winter. April lingers in cold ; a season not sure yet takes the spring to hug the summer. May, may be a bit sure of the heat ahead yet lovely, brings new tunes with the breeze. There comes June with power of the sun Bright and alive the long awaited summer. July, simmers in warmth from above Sun so bright as if burning all its fuel. But a timely monsoon sooths the hearts. August August chasing the summer winds welcoming the falls of the autumn leaves. September makes us kings and queens with autumn falls the nature so sweet October makes hearts jump with joy what a canvass nature paints in glee November makes us ready for the chill as winter flowers start to bud in the wild. December, a season of Joy with hopes pampering us to want it to last forever. Snowy mounts all dressed up to dance For a farewell to the seasons we lived. The Days and nights would fast pass Let's not amiss treasures nature gives For short are our days in this globe Faster the seasons change and roll Sooner we are ripe to wither in our role.