The sourness hasn't set in
I hope it never does
We want to keep the light
For the summer isn't old

Winter in my sight
Numbers for the time
Letters for our hero's
And more life for the rhymes

Happiness lasts in bursts of motif
Feelings stay in the month of May
January starts the love of a journey
As likeness is a muse to the loud quietness of the seasons — for November to June