I remember when July was the queen of the summer.
June prize peaches on the trees.
Pretty girl's wore bobby socks and gingham frocks.
August threw down heavy fruits.
Fruits of labour for the gardener who had to collect his tasty harvest.
Says to the missus, you know love.
This crop's one of the best.
Woman make me some pie said he, forget his manners, he did.
Arrogant sometimes you see.
First met he when she were a kid she did.
The garden sprawled with blackberries.
Knew there was a reason for those irksome brambles.
Came  from nowhere and strangled our land.

September bought with it falling leaves.
Still stood round in cotton sleeves.
Sat on a log surveying the sky.
Watching the bats dance in the embers of nearly yesterday.
Came to October we created a mound, a pile in the garden that was slightly round.
All the old ******* piled sky high.
Celebrations of the demise of old ***** Fawkes, clever ******, shame he got caught.
Spuds wrapped in blankets made out of foil, slung on the fire.
Had to be hooked with a ****** big fork.
You popped the cork on your bottle of bubbles,
Nearly took a bat out, you silly sad
Hint of excitement buzzes the air.
Presents and Santa,no need to be scared.
Hell, if I woke and caught him I swear I'd hit the roof.
Strangers in my bedroom,
Seriously  uncool.
Party popping banners fly.
Another year our love survived.
That was a shock.
January counting snowballs flying past.
The local children having a blast.
I hid indoors drinking coffee.
Nibbling like a toothy mouse on my Christmas left over toffee.
February and March.
Two months that are so mundane.
One just like the last one.
March gave me baby birds and flowers showing, they're not shy you know.
A garden full of rainbow.
Long past ** ** **.
April merely time of fools.
Warming up.
Time of bees and buttercups.
Mayday parades and hay days.
Looks like summer's simmering.
Morning sunshine shimmering.
(c) Livvi.