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...

January is frikkin cold

Wawa coffee keeps me bold.

February, the month of love, yo

Still gonna be some snow.

March, wet and windy, but snow

Sometimes gives a low blow.

April showers drop the wooder

On them flowers so pretty like sugar.

In May the sun will shine

Soon the Jersey shore will be divine.

In June the Phillies will run the bases

As we watch from the stands, the sun in our fac...

Cold nights arrive once more upon wishing for a new year

Fireworks of love explode the sky into crimsons and pinks

Birds start to chirp, flowers bloom, and lambs are born

Sunshine peers through the grey clouds, oh what happiness

Walking up mountains where there’s a sight of beautiful skies

The days start to last longer and finally better weather

Sun beats down heating up every path and obsta...