The Year in a #poem January brings a new year to flight, as the big clock strikes exactly mid-night. Februrary holds candy and love all day, And not to forget, my special birthday. March the month famous for wearing green, it makes for a very enlightening scene. April is when you hide your colored eggs, run to find them, with all the strength in your legs. May is when summer begins to slightly pop out, Go out with friends, and just run about. June is a time for vacation and some fun, so go to the beach or have a run. July is when summer is in bright bloom, watching butterflies outside, from my room. August is when we go back to the books, pencils, pens, backpacks, markers, and year books. September is when fall begins its stride, we watch the leaves change all amazed and wideeyed. October is when we scour for treats, witches, ghosts, worlocks all roam the black streets. November is a time for thanksgiving, praying over the dinner, then eating. Decemeber, when the year comes to a close. Presents for you and for me wrapped in bows.