In January, I wish for you black velvet skies
and a million dazzling stars.
In February, may you walk beneath them,
a loved one’s hand in yours.
For March, let fresh winds bluster
through you, clearing out the old,
and may April’s halo of tender leaves
inspire you to new growth.
A dance ‘round a Maypole
is my wish for you in spring,
and fields of June blossoms to nap in.
July, may you know a quiet cove,
and endless hours to dream there.
For August, I wish you blue lakes to sail on,
September, fiesta days
of orange, red, and gold.
In October, may that harvest moon
paint your nights with light,
and the soft snows of November
enfold you in stillness.
At last comes dark December,
and my wish for you then, and
always, is peace.


This poem first appeared on ecosquared (December 2010).
Used here with permission.