12 Months In New England Poem by Aaron Brown
12 Months In New England
January's frozen breath
chilled February's dreams.
March's steady thaw
soothed April's little fears.
May's fresh bouquet
spurred June's own sultry days.
July's blazing furnace
warmed August's cheerful play.
September's midlife crisis
spawned October's bright displays.
November's mournful tears
streak December's frosted panes.
The old year dies drawing
a new year's first breath.
(2005)
November's mournful tears ...................................... Aaron, It is well made... Well would beat to read it under a background of a melody of Tchaikovsky.--'times years'- 10... Best wishes, Tsira
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4/25/2024 3:58:12 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love the last two lines. A good poem. Ron