Months

September is remembering old, forgotten, ways
Picking up a heavy stone
And learning again 
How to carry it.

October slides secretively forth
Jarring
Like a tug of war
pulling you farther towards the winner's side

November is the hazy slide
Between then and the future
Like a few clear photographs
All slurred together
Strung with bright ribbons
And a stapler.

December is anticipation
climbing and decening the sweet stairs
Glistening joy hung along the railings

January
A bit of a spectacle
Something old, something new
Another year in your pocket
A bit of scepticism for your brow
Shining white snow and plans

Febuary
The weather
The mood
All exagerated 
Trying not to hurry

Marching along
You've more or less gotten used to this new novelty
Spring is wafting it's sweet scents and sights from beyond the grey horizon
Time to head into the unkown with a newly aquired lamb.

April 
eager and bright-cheaked
It's getting warmer
counting days and counting degrees

May is sweet, sweet extasy and light
a pink cherry tree blooming in a ridiculously picturesque fashion

June, 
With the golden ticket to summer pressed warmly into your hand
Sprinklers, watermellon, fire hydrants

July
Is hot
July is hoooooooooooooooooooot
another see-saw
between is, was, will be,
a cram of stuffing things in

August
is the downhill
Cliffhanger
To it all.