In the dark cavern of December,
winter arrives and beckons us
to sit upon its stone cold throne,
circled by hibernating bats
and long toothed spikes of ice.
Shining with the rising sun,
Jack leaves his sparkly signature
on each blade of silvery grass.
November
Fireworks whistle past our ears,
lighting up the dark night
as sky-flowers, laden with stars,
blossom above the bonfire
in sparkling petals of starlight.
While hearts burst with joy,
November sets off with a bang
yet quickly fizzles in a flash.
October
In wild explosions of fiery colour
that fans our inner flame,
October’s woods are turning
into towering bonfires,
ablaze with free-falling fruit.
As leaves flutter and fall
we run around like children,
trying to catch them in mid-air.
September
As the last summer rose scatters,
the warm autumn breeze
tastes of apple and blackberry pie,
bounty from the Great Mother
who has given Her body willingly.
Drunken bees cling
to over-ripe, succulent pears,
feasting as the gathering begins.
August
Wearing summer’s golden crown
the month of August arrives
like a struck match,
burning quickly as we enter
the dog days of summer.
Wild fires lay waste the land
as the scorching sun
burns the gasping fields.
July
Dressed in golden rays of light,
with Father Sun stamped,
firmly into the cloudless sky,
we enter the dust-covered,
burning cathedral of summer.
With windows wide open,
the shade becomes as much
of a joy as the scorching sun.