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January arrived, yet felt like April’s dawn—
Thawed, sunlit, and tender.
February bore the chill of love withdrawn—
Cold, clouded, a snowy surrender.
Then March slipped softly into the light,
Blanketing all in sorrow’s snow.
I scarcely glimpsed love’s fleeting sight
Behind the icy sunset’s glow.
Now April comes, and though it’s near,
My soul is soaked in its embrace.
I see May rushing, hearts to cheer,
To kindle warmth, time to retrace.
June, July, and August bright,
Will forever in this home reside.
The tale of travels will ignite,
‘Neath palms where hearts in warmth confide.
June 18, 2015
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