Months of Jealousy

January was feeling sad For February is much better Less chance of deep snow Although the weather is wetter. February was unhappy For in March spring would start Causing sweet thoughts Of love to flow from the heart. March was so upset As April brings blue skies And showers that pour Like tears from sad eyes. April was a little troubled As May approached nearby She couldn’t coax like her A tear of joy from any eye. May was so anxious Knowing June was to bloom And adorn the World with colour Making May seem a tomb. June was truly concerned As July was hot on her heels About to warm all the beaches And cause children’s delightful squeals. July was so worried As August was getting near For sultry days and evenings Would leave most in good cheer. August was apprehensive That September would soon Weave her enchantment Of a misty harvest moon. September was perturbed As October’s hundred hues Would paint each decaying leaf In colours that will amuse. October was in a panic Now that November was near For frost would bejewel each web Making smiles from ear to ear. November was nervous As December’s winds would blow Bringing cheery clear blue skies Or a deep blanket of snow. December was full of dread As on the calendar she came last Fretful that January wouldn’t come And thus always felt downcast.