1 August 2012
September, these skies are gray.
October, we all hide away.
November, how much have I ate?
December, we start to hibernate.
January, tell some lies.
February, time won't pass by.
March, can you still see your breath?
April, the rain falls fresh.
May, what's on your mind?
June, having a blast,
July, please, not quite so fast.
August, back to the grind.
Months • Opuss № I