She used the sky to wipe her eyes of sleep and August

In a haze she climbed the stairs to September

Looking blindly at the clouds above she tripped into October

which led her to stumble apon November

She looked up to the stars that guided her into the ice of December

slipping and sliding into January

Landing her headfirst in February

the wind blows her hair harshly turning her towards March

Pushing her gently onto the green grass of April

that sent her rolling down the hill to May

She pushed her way to June

And ran, jumped,and skipped with July

The sky covered her in a blanket of August

A conforting place to be held

But She could hear September calling

so she wiped her eyes of her summertime sadness,

pulled August of her gently. 

and marched on.