#months series

[sanddollarpoems]

January washes her hair

In the new streams

That form under low clouds

Another to blame on the weather

January shivers as if

Surprised by the chill

Her young eyes blinking

In the milky sunshine

January yawns and stretches

And falls to sleep early

Still too new to understand

The wildness of the world

[blurrifies]

[careful-disorder]

Erasmus Hornick, The Month of February, Man Pruning a Tree

[untappedinkwell]

In which Untapped Inkwell talks about August and what it’s contained for her.