December’s candy floss sweetness,
November’s wine scented undertones,
October’s good-luck charm,
September’s wistful delight,
August’s wet shadows on the wall,
July’s creative-cube blocks,
June’s pale dreams scare,
May’s heat wave puffs,
April’s elderly hate-curse,
March’s fairy tale love numbness,
February’s few-days fury,
January’s “gone before 12 months” fusion,
all refuse to die away.
Then I stare at the vastness of life,
Tender and furious it is!
Worse than the oceans pride,
And I wish that I could have all of that back,
with an eternal crave to freeze time,
as superfluities pinned to the blackboard of life.