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| Months of the year |
January wakes in a frosty veil,
Its icy breath a whispered tale.
A time to dream, to start anew,
Beneath the sky of wintry blue.
February comes, a fleeting guest,
A shorter month, but no less blessed.
With hearts that warm the chill away,
It gifts us love on Valentine’s Day.
March arrives on winds that sing,
A herald of the coming spring.
Buds awaken, skies grow clear,
Life begins its dance this year.
April showers paint the earth,
In bursts of green and blooming mirth.
Raindrops fall, a rhythmic sound,
Promise grows from fertile ground.
May unfolds in fragrant bloom,
The air is sweet, no hint of gloom.
The days grow long, the sun shines bright,
A season’s peak, a heart’s delight.
June steps in with a summer breeze,
A time for laughter, skies, and seas.
Fields are golden, spirits high,
Beneath the warmth of the glowing sky.
July ignites with fireworks’ flare,
A celebration fills the air.
The heart of summer, bold and free,
A canvas vast for revelry.
August lingers, hot and still,
Its golden days a memory’s fill.
A time to bask, to slow, to savor,
Each fleeting moment, every favor.
September hums a softer tune,
The harvest moon, the leaves attune.
A crispness falls upon the land,
Autumn whispers, hand in hand.
October dons a fiery cloak,
Of amber leaves and woodsmoke.
Pumpkins glow in twilight’s gleam,
A haunting spell, a fleeting dream.
November bows with somber grace,
Its chilly breath a calm embrace.
Grateful hearts around the flame,
Give thanks in kind, in love’s sweet name.
December ends the yearly song,
With frosted nights and carols strong.
A time of joy, of light, of cheer,
To close the book, and greet the year.
Each month a note in time’s refrain,
A melody of joy and pain.
Together they weave, with care and art,
The symphony of the human heart.
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