January is the newest month
January is the newest month
fresh starts, life and calendar.
Snow fresh on the ground
survived the storm of year past,
memories ring true with every new flake.
Building bridges over trouble waters,
mending broken hands,
beautiful as a sunrise.
Blessing and happiness seen on the horizon
keeps away hurt and suffering.
Children restore snow to life form,
playing with no reserve.
February is the loveliest month
February is the loveliest month
blue hearts and white flowers,
love in its purest form.
Cupid sending flying arrows,
hit, hit, hit,
bulls eye every time.
Young love, young sweet love,
chocolate for the girl, kiss in return,
circle of emotion.
Sunrise and sunsets,
promises of unwavering time.
Swans on the lake
entwined, glossing the surface.
Years together, years apart
mates for life
floating with a sense of eternity.
March is the cruelest month
March is the cruelest month
the lion roars as water falls,
higher and higher the river rises
curse Poseidon!
Wrath of god not deserved.
storms raging, swirling mad,
mountains and valleys alike not safe.
Nomads fill their caves,
abandoning villages to foolish thieves,
stuck with the fate of desolation
they whisper.
Beaten and bruised the land folds
giving way to the cruelty of a powerful master,
Humans and animals alike cannot escape.
When the floods have been satisfied
they retreat,
leaving those who were cunning enough
with nothing but the clothes on their backs.
This is nothing new,
knowing well that this will happen again.
Rebuild and await the surprise,
they must move on.
Fugitives facing the executioner,
a pardon hoped for, never received.
April is the funniest month
April is the funniest month
a fool’s prank pulled on a simpler fool,
laughter and giggles,
smashed eggs and slippery frogs
bunny suits prancing around
like baby giraffes,
buck-toothed smiles, floppy ears
delivering sweets to cheerful children.
May is the most delightful month
May is the most delightful month
April showers bring May flowers
do they not?
Water is soaked, flowers bloom,
a swirl of color appears on the lawn.
Fawns delight in new smells and sounds,
kits search for sweets,
squirrels chase each other round,
yellow, blue, butterflies fill the sky.
May Day, May Day
woven baskets of chocolate and nibbles,
children rush to deliver to
friends, teachers, grandma.
Can’t wipe off the smiles
as they fill others with light.
June is the happiest month
June is the happiest month
even if you are the bridesmaid with 27 dresses.
Weddings in fields,
weddings in churches,
weddings in vineyards,
the atmosphere is breath-taking.
White, blue, pink, red,
rosy cheeks and shining eyes
no one is cheerier.
Chandeliers and faerie lights sparkle,
an atmosphere of dreams.
The band starts a tune,
Charlie and Louis sway with ease.
Floating on the dance floor,
laughter and tears as the night descends.
July is the most festive month
July is the festive month
mosquitos bask in the sun
while cooling in their pools.
Flies dance around the maple tree
in the front yard as children
dance around the sprinklers, enjoy
the refreshment.
Days fill with laughter and friends, games
of bean bag toss and Norwegian golf by the lakeside.
Jet skis flying like supersonic dolphins,
pulling determined skiers with them.
As the sun retires,
the stars blink in and out of sight,
like shy fireflies.
Joining the jewels of the gods are
the jewels of men,
water color paintings canvas the sky.
What a beautiful birthday celebration
for a beautiful girl.
August is the most colorful month
August is the most colorful month
the streets are lined with red and orange trees,
the parks display juxtaposing colors
of olive green and plum.
The oaks seem to move as camouflaged squirrels
scurry to store their acorns.
As the wind coaxes the colors from the weeping willows,
the shades of autumn appear on the footpaths.
They only have a moment’s rest
before they are swept to the ripening fields.
The expanse of wheat glows
in the incandescent colors of the sleepy sun—
one end pale gold, fading into darkness
while the other is covered
dusky tints of maroon and vermillion.
September is the most exciting month
September is the most exciting month
it begins with the first holiday since university started
or it marks the beginning of school.
Reconnecting with friends and acquaintances
is the main objective of the first week.
Sports are in full swing,
the first home football game is coming up
and hopefully by now, the volleyball team
is high on a winning streak.
More excitement and entertainment enter
with the competition for homecoming
king and queen,
the crown achievement of a high school career.
To wrap up the excitement
is the first official day of fall.
October is the spookiest month
I.
October is the spookiest month,
witches and goblins shriek
as they terrorize neighboring villages,
ghosts with bone-chilling moans
peek through locked windows,
the undead released from their dirt cellar,
sleeping spell broken by the wolf’s howl.
II.
I am walking home under a full moon,
a gilded mirror in hand,
a pack of thirteen black cats trot under
a ladder on the parallel sidewalk.
I trip over a crack and drop the mirror.
Mirror, Mirror, on the wall,
Who is most cursed of them all?
November is the most thankful month
I.
November is the most thankful month
the first fruits of the harvest
show up at the front door.
No need to thank me,
just a friendly gesture.
Through the sickness and famine
we managed to survive.
We were strangers on their land,
a sorry lot that stumbled off
a battered boat.
We didn’t deserve anything.
They could’ve left us to die,
we wouldn’t have blamed them.
II.
Turkey, stuffing, cranberry sauce,
buttering corn on the cob as we
take turns around the table,
thanking family and technology
for big screen televisions and shopping malls.
Thank God for Black Friday.
December is the frostiest month
December is the frostiest month
snowflakes cover the ground,
the icing on a wedding cake.
Brr, brr, cover your fingers and your nose,
icicles have no preference.
Tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich
are a defrosting dream.
The hearth invites like a purring kitten,
the coziness melting away the
swirl of white outside,
but the poor snowman outside
can’t have any soup or hot chocolate,
slowly chipping away from flying snowballs
and curious squirrels.
