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The Wheel of the Year

And September births the year again
With promise new for all;
The freshness flushes last year’s thoughts
If any can recall…

October ushers Autumn’s hour
We look ahead to play
As half term finds us home once more
As though we’d never been away.

The darkness waxes through the days
With plenty to remember;
November’s work is rushed along
Before we hit December
When it’s Christmas this, and Christmas that
And candles, trees and deer,
And nothing can get organised
Until we’re back next year –
Where did it go? It’s all so fast
When it’s head down to the grind
And your days are focused full ahead
And all is Auld Lang Syned…

So January comes again
And no-one wants to work
But exams are getting closer and
Their threat will pierce the murk.

February speeds on by
With warnings getting quicker
And the days March past relentlessly
The work comes at you thicker

The weeks are waning faster now
As only April May
Bring June so soon to test us all
And ebb the year away

And then July presents itself
And everything just stops.

Where did it go? What have we done?
The year has passed us by,
And August sizzles into view
One question rises: why?

Half term and Christmas, half term and on
Still aiming full ahead
But missing all the daily gifts
And thoughts there left unsaid
As now the year turns on again
Until we all are dead

David Ault

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