THE MONTHS
JANUARY
As stones that lie in frozen pools
when days still short and ice accrues
and all that lies within is bathed
beneath a blankets cold caress.
FEBRUARY
Winters skeletal bones stand proud
In dormancy in frost and snow
Within the dark and dank and drear
Their buds asleep till springtime brings
The new beginnings of the year.
MARCH
M arch when birds sing
A nd small early flowers
R each out between showers
C ascading, celebrating and
H eralding spring.
APRIL
The ravages of seasons rage
no more in minds of toiling men
with welcome signs of change in clime
their heavy raiment hanging upon
the rusting hooks behind the door
now April’s here again.
MAY
Dressed in hues of freshest green
the fields and hedges, trees and moors
with misting sprays in harmony
reflecting seasons early cast.
JUNE
The sap of spring departing fast,
the rising scent of new mown hay
whitening, drying day by day,
in early pastures kissed by sun.
JULY
With summer days of gold and blue
when fields of stubble frame the view
and natures music gently plays
with gold and blue of summer days.
AUGUST
With mighty arms which swing the scythes
the swish as reapers cut the corn
in fields where poppies shed their seeds
and rooks await the ploughs return.
SEPTEMBER
Behind the churning tractors wheels
on soil ploughed as birds sweep low
the ridges point where sky mists rise
and coral beaded berries hang
as peace runs through the vales.
OCTOBER
The coruscating light shines through
the canopy of falling leaves
and rests upon the forest floor
where crenelated shadows dance.
NOVEMBER
In rows of narrow window panes
The slowly sinking lingering sun
Reflects its fiery orange hand
As autumns fingers lightly lay
A burnished palette on the land.
DECEMBER
On lonely paths that weave their way
Where steps are heard with rustling tread
and muffled hands remain unseen
In depths of winters frozen grasp.
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Michael Edwards (
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Doesn't the time fly when you are having fun.
Love the sculpture.
Where time goes
no man man knows
day then night
dark then bright
or is it the other way round?
A fine write and pic Michael. Ohh, I can't wait until October - all that coruscating and crenellating!
You can't beat a bit of corusc and crenell = but ah - tempus fugit.
Miss Berles know about corusc and crenell?
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These are beautiful pictures Michael! You even make the dreary months sound good - but you are forgetting climate change and microburst storms and ice storms that knock down trees and floods and heat waves that cook gardens. That was all this year....... may we all see a more normal flow of months to come!
Lets hope - perhaps a spoof poem about the months based on what might well be.
Flanders and Swann already did that! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_eT40eV7OiI
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Wow wow you did a fantastic lil poem describing each season how it is in your place so I get the idea of exotic seasonal wonders. My fav were the march acrostic and May and nov but u did justice poetically to each month and the imagery. I have an unposted poem on each season and month how it is where I live but yours is of course more eloquent and impressive. Kudos.
So nice to read from your ink again, Pleez do review/comment my newest poem too.
Thanks so much for the accolade - I an really chuffed - just read your latest - superb work.
WOW UNCLE MIKE ~ A Biggy ! ~ So glad we fused your MUSE. In my BOOK The evocative (Hysterical & Historical) names of DAYS ~ MONTHS ~ SEASONS etc always light my MUSE. When I tackle a NEW LANGUAGE they are the first things I learn ! For my FAVOURITE I will have to chose M A R C H cos I'm an ACROSTOPHILE ~ Yours as always BRIAN😎 & ANGELA 🧡 Please check our latest POEM ~ CHILDREN (NO we haven't jumped the GUN !)
Gee ta muchly Brian
Eeeh bah gum lad, memories of when i wor a lad in t'countryside. Norrabit like round 'ere where springtime heralds new generation of thugs on the streets and March brings forth a fleet of pushchairs bearing their newborn.
Bring back the good old days.
Love it - ay oop me dook..
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