The hand of life opens at birth
and then begins to close.
January is renewed hope.
February doesn’t last so long.
March is a harbinger of spring.
April brings life itself.
May’s warmth prepares the
coming heat.
June is graduation and hot
starts.
July has steamy sidewalks
and cool pools.
August is taking time out.
September calls you back.
October is leaves falling and
plans laid bare.
November disappears in a
flurry of anticipation
. . . and . . .
December is the end of the
beginning again;
the belief that
every hand that closes
will one day open again.