There is no December

[ajcohen613]

The cold hands of January
grasp at February’s promise,
I don't see the significance of February's promise..does February promise the warmth of March?
the warmth of March
always just out of reach.

You rub my shoulders,
kiss away the ache
as April continues her rain
over gentle, submissive May. When I think of these months, rain doesn't usually come to mind. It almost seems as if you've depicted March as the warmer month and these two as more or less rainy. Not that April doesn't see showers, it just seems odd here.

We sing the song of the whippoorwill,
its haunting anthem spilling a song spilling? I don't know, seems like an awkward move for me.
out across the valley floor
when June gives in to July

and August crowns the summer sky.
September will leave
when the colors bleed,
October betrayed by the coming frost.

What will you do
when November comes,
when ice and pain
move in to claim my breath?

Comfort me.
Smile with me.
Lie to me.
Tell me there is no December.

Hope my notes help! Thanks for the read.