January starts cold and silent,

The events of the past year are forgotten.

Snow storms can be a little violent,

People are shut in homes, locked in.

February, the month meant for love,

But most people feel alone.

Praying to the God above,

To give them one they can call home.

March is usually a forgotten month,

Not quite Winter nor Spring.

It wishes to be remembered just once,

Maybe even be the ...