By William A. Lefrancois | Observer Contributor
Every month is unique, February flirty then March mad;
Twelve personalities in every calendar, each as different as the year.
The passing of time brings each into view, some happy and some sad;
No matter the season, each month is dutiful, desirable, distant dear.
Time to ponder anew, the days and weeks that lie ahead;
Will success fill our time, will fortune come our way?
The days we aspire to, some full of happiness and some we dread.
The sum of these hours; daring, dreaming, delightful day!
The sun rises on each date, the moon sees each to bed;
What happens in between, it is all within our power.
How we face the challenge, with courage or with dread;
Is a testimonial to character; true, tender, tearful tower.
March is known for many things, winds gusting with rage!
A time of transition, from the depths of frozen winter to thawing spring.
These diurnal traits, faithfully replicated with every age;
Speak volumes of time; burdensome, bright, beauty bring.
February bridges us to cold and dark; short, sightless days.
March leads to a promise of warmth and light, serene and green.
Our mood reflects this passage, moving from somber spirit to aspiring ways;
Shake off February, welcome mad March’s multitudinous mean!
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