The Cruelest Month

January makes me weary
February’s cold and dreary
March is parched and makes me start
to feel like winter’s old already

April is for fools they say
still May will make me pray for June
too hot at noon, July just flies through
August odd gusts wind and love lost

September’s summer embers tempers
winter’s coming gloom until
October’s sober chill walks over
leaves under the moon and hills

November oh remember
weather cools the hearts of men and then
December’s end is cruelest
when we start it all again


Day 4: “I challenge you to write a poem in which you explore what you think is the cruelest month, and why” Good enough!

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