January’s light is bright and sure;
Skipping, dancing, o’er river and moor.
February’s lamp is warm and yellow;
Prancing, jumping, like faeries so mellow.
March’s candles are orange and cool;
Autumn leaves drop into the pool.
April’s sun is starting to fade;
Slowly, slowly, trying to evade.
May’s moon is cold and bright;
Illuminating even the darkest night.
June’s glow is small and short;
So little present, so dearly sought.
August’s dawn is soft and thin;
But slowly growing from the dim.
September’s beacon is red and crescent;
Emerging from the darkness to be ever-present.
October’s star is hot and strong;
The days and shadows are growing long.
November’s torch is happy and loud;
Laughing and playing alongside the crowd.
December’s bulb is joyous and true;
Then again there’ll be January’s light
For me and for you.
YOU ARE READING
Parts of Me
PoetryWhenever you read one of my poems You hold a part of me, And it hides in my brain or beating heart Now I give it to thee. You may hold this precious Part For a while, at least. So treat it well, respect my thoughts, And there shall be a peace. For i...
