there is a season...

In January there is snow.
The sun is weak and winds oft blow.
February lives inside
and in a comfy blanket hides.
The March winds blow both rain and snow
and warm the seeds unseen below
till April calls the sun to stay
a little longer every day.
May brings the blossoms and the greens
that color leaves and songbird wings.
Then June comes warm and bright and new -
with hills to climb and things to do -
with skies of blue all summer long
till August and July have gone.
September sends the children in
to start their lessons once again.
October sorrows for the day
when children went outside to play.
Memories waft all through November
with pumpkin pie and pre-December
purchases. With cold.
And feelings that I'm getting old.
The winter days call forth December.
days too short that still remember
summer sun and freedom's glow
and people that I used to know.
And then again...the snow, the snow.