In June

In June, I thought of July, but when it came to be,
it was not as I expected. August came to mind.
When August limped on by, lingering much too long
for my thoughts, I rejoiced to see September,
but it dealt me nothing but disappointment.
Then October blustered in. I thought, here now,
this will match my soul, my every meditation,
but it was all for naught. I was truly flustered.
November came next and wilted all my dreams,
and December turned out to be like November:
harsh and icy cast. And so I waited for the new year,
and, sure enough, it came, but, it too, did not last.

J.D. Heskin

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