April Morning

As glistening dew drops

Like an open book

Nature is now heard

May Afternoon

Aroma's feed the air

Unintrigued for thirst

The lawn objects

June Sunset

Like a painting being melted

What was once a second is now minutes

Spring has ceased

July Night

Heat moves through you like steel

Camp experiences blinding your heart

Emotions burn in the background

August Day

Multiple trees symbolize

The open road engages

The trip exceeds daylight

September Sunrise

Obscure heat rises

Like a child on pavement

Innocence is the breeze

October Midday

A breeze follows through with orders

The colors of autum melting in my yard

Like pounds, the trees are slimmer

November Dawn

The night submits to the light

The only constant lingers

It truly is a November Dawn

December Dusk

What was a liquid, is no more

Frost extends like days on end

Counting days till the, when daytime ends

January Nighttime

The new year rings for nature

Every snowfall is a new beginning

In the heart of layers of snow

February Daytime

As wind brings us love

Kissing the ground, snowflakes flutter by

Snow is but a raindrop of ice

March Noontime

The last snowflake

Carved to perfection

As light shows no mercy for a drop of water

One extra poem*

Love

Consumption of thoughts

Was it meant to be?

Through my blinding eyes of love

WHat do I honestly see