January comes cold for most, a biting wind at the fingers of your gloves

February follows quickly, a month filled with sadness or love

March then follows, my anniversary month so I’m a bit bias of course

Then leading into April, so much rain it creates new lines of shore

May straddles spring and summer, who knows what you might get?

June arrives, school’s out, but it isn’t getting hot yet?

July comes, the peak of heat where we celebrate the 4th, the founding of our land

August follows, as we heal our sunburns and begin to get serious about those New Year’s plans

September comes with a soft breeze and yellow leaves

Orange comes bearing spookiness and more frigid nights

November, the second to last, a turkey trot that will surely always last

Until we reach December, my, how time has passed