months and seasons

In January, snowflakes gleam,
A winter wonderland, a frozen dream.
February follows, short and sweet,
With icy winds and hearts that meet.
March arrives, the spring begins,
New life sprouts, the warmth within.
In April, raindrops kiss the ground,
Bright flowers bloom, life spins around.
May is fresh, with skies so blue,
The world feels alive, the sun shines through.
Then comes June, with summer’s glow,
Long bright days where breezes flow.
July is warm, the heat takes hold,
Golden fields, and stories told.
In August, vacations call,
Lakes and beaches, adventures for all.
September whispers, the autumn near,
Leaves turn red, the air grows clear.
October brings pumpkins, orange and round,
Cooler days, with magic abound.
In November, the trees stand bare,
Chilly winds are everywhere.
December sparkles, winter’s song,
With festive lights where nights are long.
Four seasons guide us, time in flow,
From cold to warm, and back to snow.
Spring renews with flowers in bloom,
Summer’s warmth dispels the gloom.
Autumn paints with orange and red,
A golden quilt where leaves have fled.
Winter rests in icy peace,
A time for joy and heart’s release.
Tripsteps makes it fun to see,
Learning words comes easily.
With every month and season’s cheer,
I master them throughout the year.
Through twelve months, the cycle spins,
Each with beauty that always wins.
From seasons’ change to nature’s call,
I’ve learned it well, I know them all.