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