seasons

In January, the frost takes hold,
The days are short, the nights are cold.
In February, snow still falls,
Winter whispers through frozen halls.
March arrives with winds so bright,
Spring awakens, chasing the night.
In April, showers kiss the ground,
Blooming flowers all around.
May brings warmth, the skies turn blue,
Fields of green and mornings new.
In June, the longest days appear,
The summer season, full of cheer.
July heats up with sunshine bold,
Vacations, beaches, stories told.
In August, golden evenings stay,
The harvest nears, we seize the day.
September greets with falling leaves,
Autumn’s chill, the earth retrieves.
In October, colors shine,
Pumpkins glow, the air feels fine.
November comes with misty skies,
Frosty mornings catch our eyes.
Then December, full of cheer,
The holidays close out the year.
Each season holds its magic near,
Spring to summer, full of cheer.
Autumn’s hues and winter’s frost,
Time moves on, yet never lost.
Tripsteps makes it clear to say,
Learning months in an easy way.
With every line, I feel the flow,
Through the year, now I know.
Twelve months guide us, round they go,
Each one brings its special glow.
I learn with ease, I sing along,
The cycle of time feels like a song.