Writing Prompt

January

A new year

Maybe it’ll be better

Or I’ll fall better into fear

February

The month of joy

But what’s the purpose of it

When the love you have is coy

March

Clovers and such

Lucky month, they say

I don’t believe it much

April

The rainy one

Take out your umbrella

The sun gives no fun

May

A blooming flower

I would enjoy it

But I just sit inside and cower

June

The start of summer

I used to ...

**January** wakes in a hush of white,
A breath held tight in the arms of night.
Resolutions bloom in the frost-bit air,
Hope tucked in scarves, whispered like prayer.

**February** hums in a shorter song,
A flicker of flame that doesn't last long.
Love in paper hearts and cold red cheeks,
Winter's last word before spring softly speaks.

**March** is a tug-of-war sky,
Snowflakes falling where green s...

Frost grows like a mold,

But a beautiful, milky white,

I remain snuggled in my coat, sweater,

Combating January’s chill,

Its dark, pessimistic cold.

In February, it’s still quite chilling,

Yet a surge of love electrifies hearts,

Reminding me romance has yet to wake me-

But I still enjoy it with others I adore,

While honoring my determined race.

Now, march comes trooping in,

The sun greets this s...

I never learned the months

But the first is pretty cool

The seconds always better

Third is lucky too

Four means death but that’s alright

5 is always enough

Six is phonetically satisfying

Seven is for being full

Eight feels infinite

Ten is so accomplished

Eleven is an overachiever

And at 12

Man, just stop it

And 9, well

I would say something but

Seven was just starving

_I don’t...

January, cold as the flu,

Snowy as some ashes,

Shivering as a scare,

January, as boring as a bee

February, as lovely as the sky,

but far too cold for as much as people know,

for the love is the only thing keeping people sold,

February, as rich in hope as cold in stone

March, as burdening as a death,

building up tension as someone walks into the room,

as if a cat met a dog,

March, the season of...

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 ...

12 months past reflecting the moments that pass,

The good times seem short and the hard times always seem to last,

The world at large with infinite resolutions,

All fade to nought in the cracks of illusions,

As the winters cold fierce winds freeze,

It chills us to our bones as lost souls sleep,

Caught in new years fruitful dreams as they begin to die,

Under the weight of January’s unforgiving skie...

New year beginning,

A chance to start anew,

Made it through year one,

Now it’s time for number two.

Love is in the air,

Romance floats around,

Hearts beat together,

Will you be my Valentine?

Green like the grass

Are the clothes I wear,

Green like leaves of trees,

Flowing in the breeze.

Spring starts,

Flowers bloom,

Rain may fall,

But there is no gloom.

Spring moves forward,

Summer draws near,

...

January

High.

February

high<3

March

High!

April

high.

May

HIGH:)

June

high?

July

HiGhHiGh

August

higghh!

September

highhhh.

October

bo*HIGH*oooo

November

high

December

Merryhighmas!...

January is the month of dead, the air is frozen and leeches into your bones, it is the month of rest.

It is 3 layers just to leave, its fluffy socks, holiday leftovers, renewed motivation, this will be our year.

It is not quite birth, maybe conception. The womb is still cold and sleeping.

But the seeds are already planted, and in a few short months, she will be born again.

February is the mon...