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....