January's wind is your sigh to
Blow like a lost love while
February's creeping approach
Steps lightly to caress me
March's resplendent spring light
Gives me respite to forget with
April's blooming flowers to
Cast a field of fragrance but
May's rain is your tears to
Remind me of the past that was
June's verdant fields has me
Think of idyllic summer days but
July's sun is your glare to
Feel your flaming temper and
August's thunder only rumbles with
Memories echoing which never died
September's coolness is your resolve to
Drop the thought of I for me to wait as
October's falling leaves sheds memories of
Each thought dropped until gone to have
November's night blanketing my memories to
Leave me to reflect the serenity of
December's snow falling silently asleep but
Only to be ruffled again by January's wind
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