These Many Months

April brings first breath of life,
May, she blooms complete.
June will ripen with the sun,
and glow in summer's heat.
July, she marches on ahead,
stars strung in a row.
August shifts her sunlit gaze
to meet September's woe -
for in October's swirling rush
of wind,
I miss
you
so.

Marilese
The ending touched my heart, the poem like a cry torn from the soul!

Ency Bearis
Impressive poem with elegance of presentation, remarkable.

Fay Slimm
Wistfully full and brimming with longing this lovely verse spells out each season with graceful expertise Kate.

Sandra Martyres
Lovely poem Kate....