September

Yankee candles smell like

cinnimon and pumpkins

apple cider and a cooling breeze

tickle my senses

the chaning colors shine

natural beauty

 

December

Muliticolored lghts 

illuminate the houses

as the snowflakes glitter

the sky

merriment glistens within me

 

March

New life is in bloom

the furry creatures

open thier eyes and smile

at the new world before them

the whisper that summer is near

gives me an eager trimmer

 

June

At last my toes in warm grains

of sand while the ocean breeze

sings me a lullaby

 

A year gone by and

one to come

The seasons recycle

every three months

bringing old and new senses