In January’s cold embrace,
The earth lies still beneath its shroud,
While February whispers grace,
Soft snowflakes fall from silver cloud.
March awakens with a gentle breeze,
Breaking ice with thawing streams,
April laughs with blossomed trees,
Painting fields with vibrant dreams.
May blooms rich in fragrant hue,
As sunlight kisses morning dew,
June arrives with skies of blue,
A golden warmth in every view.
July sings with summerâs glow,
While August dances in twilightâs sheen,
Septemberâs whisper starts to slow,
As leaves turn gold, red, and green.