The Year’s True Turning
The Forgotten — Retaught
Dedicated to David J. Beard
Spring begins in February —
though Snow still guards the ground —
The Crocus lifts a violet hand —
and Roots begin to sound —
March — stirs the branches —
the Robin dares to call —
The Equinox — Mid Spring revealed —
Day and Night stand tall —
April — scatters Blossoms —
a Lantern in the rain —
The Orchard exhales its fragrance —
and fields grow green again —
May — begins the Summer —
the Hedgerows start to sing —
The Clover hums with Industry —
the Bees are on the wing —
June — crowns the Solstice —
Midsummer’s blazing Throne —
The Longest Light — a sovereign —
who claims the Sky his own —
July — is loud with Thunder —
the Meadows thick with Grain —
The River swells with Laughter —
and will not be restrained —
August — wakes the Autumn —
though Heat still rules the Land —
The Apple dreams of Scarlet —
the Harvest sweet — in Jams —
September — holds the Middle —
not Beginning — of the Fall —
The Maples flame their Testament —
the Geese inscribe their Call —
October — burns with Bonfire —
Golden Glory in the Air —
The Cricket keeps his metronome —
the Frost creeps everywhere —
November — starts the Winter —
the Garden folds away —
The Hearth becomes a Province —
where Silence learns to stay —
December — lays a silver cloth —
and bids the World be still —
At Solstice — Midwinter is deep —
yet Candles guard the chill —
January — chants a frozen Psalm —
the Night is long and sore —
But February stirs again —
and Spring prepares once more —