Through the Year

January's cold caress gives way To February's brief embrace. The blustery winds of March hold sway 'til blushing April shows her dewy face, Then coquettishly she'll skip away And leave us mid the darling buds And wrapped up in the lusty arms of May. Joyful June comes bouncing in With matronly July up close behind her. The golden days of August reign Then pale beneath September's scholarly reminder That sly October's opalescent bliss Will leave us eager for November's frosty kiss 'til gay December dances through All tinselly and merry. And even though we know she cared, She'll leave us thrilled but unprepared To face and try to gracefully embrace Another January.