Over the years by Bella SWW

On the Island of January,

I watched as heavy snow fell gently across the frozen floor,

I watched the joyful new year’s lights brighten up the Island.

On the Island of February,

I heard the sad rain pattering on the deserted roads,

I heard the wind thrashing against the lonely houses.

On the Island of March,

I felt spring seeping through,

I felt a cool breeze of anticipation.

On the Island of April,

I watched as more daffodils grew sluggishly, covering the island

I watched as eggs hatched and curious chirpers observed their surroundings.

On the Island of May,

I felt the fresh warm air, gingerly blowing against my face,

I felt the rich grass tickling against my toes.

On the Island of June,

I could smell the scent of fresh barbeques,

I could smell the scent of summer.