Thursday, 3 December 2015

Months

Months

January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day,
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly
Lightning torn;
August corn,
September bears fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.

Christina Rossetti

It seems incredible to me that here we are at the end of another year yet again.

Arilx


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