Summerset
By fall beget
Where'n winter comes
With much regret

Scintillating spring
What wonders you may bring
And round we turn
Cyclical burn
Upon my frail skin

In January we begin
Life anew with hopes to win
In February, thoughts of love
Carried by wings
Of harken dove

In March, we march
For luck, we do embark
Upon the journey
To April's storms
May's flourish

June brings tunes
Familial revery
Many grooms
And brides, aplenty


In July
We ask not why
For celebration
Lights the sky

August turns
An auburn red
Reminding us
Of winter's dread

September,
Such a hopeful thing
Academic inklings
And much respect for those
Now long dead

October tells
Of Christmas bells
Of gluttony
And feast wrought
Stuporous spells

November sings
Gratuitous
Chiming
Christmas bells ring

December dies
Until what lies
Beyond us, again
Rebirth implied