January
The shortest day behind us
Already sun grows strong
Hope is borne among us
Now the days grow long
February
The snow and ice lie thickly
Upon the frozen groundBut already signs of rebirth
Poke out from grassy mound
March
The cold is now retreating
And the grass begins to grow The hares are busy boxing
Spring is coming, they know
April
When the wasp queen awakens
Into early April showers
Her world will need rebuilding
And it will take all her powers
May
When the butterfly emerges
As in summer meadows I lay
We understand each other
And in the sunshine play
June
The sun reaches its potential
And no higher may it raise
I greet each dawn triumphant
In Nature's power to amaze
July
The world around me is rich
So it's time to enjoy the view
Listen to the joyous sounds
While the world is created anew
August
Yellow tinges the borders leaves
But flowers bloom in cascade
Fruit ripens on heavy boughs
The plans for winter are made
September
The days become much shorter
The nights grow steadily cold
The heat is still with us
But the year grows steadily old
October
Here is the autumn equinox
Frost has raised his icy face
The moon is so clear and bright
As the first leaves lose their grace
November
The cold hard winter upon us
Bare trees reach for leaden skiesWarmth and food are currency
And all not prepared now dies
December
The year closes in remembrance
To set the winter truth alight
No matter how we contemplate
Nothing again is ever made right