January was jealous
For February is much better,
More chance of bright sunshine
Although the weather is wetter.

February was fearful,
For in March spring would start
Causing such sweet thoughts
Of love to flow from the heart.

March was mournful
As April brings blue skies
And showers that pour
Like tears from sad eyes.

April was apprehensive
As May approached nearby,
She couldn’t coax like her
Another heartfelt sigh.

May was melancholic
Knowing June was to bloom
And adorn the world with colour
Making May seem like a tomb.

June was jittery
As July was hot on her heels
About to warm all the beaches
Causing children’s delightful squeals.

July was joyless
As August was getting near
For sultry days and evenings
Would leave most in good cheer.

August was aghast
That September would soon
Weave her enchantment
Of a misty harvest moon.

September was so sad
As October’s hundred hues
Would paint each decaying leaf
In colours that amuse.

October was on edge
Now that November was near
For frost would bejewel each web
Making smiles from ear to ear.

November was nervous
As December’s winds would blow
Bringing cheery clear blue skies
Or a deep blanket of snow.

December was full of dread
As on the calendar she came last
Fretful that January wouldn’t come
And thus always felt downcast.



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