June
As Spring removes her gown
Of soft and silky breeze
Summer stands unclothed but
For frosted gust to grieve
September
Soon Summer dons a wrap
Of brightly colored leaves
And Fall remembers not
The truth we once believed
December
Though Fall completes its quest
To strip as like the trees
Sir Winter covers all
With chill and crystal freeze
March
When Winter bites no more
Bringing him to his knees
Spring blossoms beauty ’til
Once again we are appeased
© Daniel E. Barndt