Thank You

Thank you 

to February, for reminding me

of the empty matchbook

sitting in my chest.

to March, for carrying spring

showers in your pocket.

to April, who breathed life

into the lungs of a best friend.

to May – your name is a promise

of season’s change.

to June, for carrying me

like a wildflower into summer’s garden. 

to July, the sister month. 

to August, for the whisper

of fall and open textbooks.

to September, for waking me

up winter’s bed.

to October, for reminding me

the scariest things walk unmasked.

to November, for making room for me

on the branch of a dying oak.

to December, for collecting the year’s sins

in garbage bags of bleeding leaves.

to January, for covering leaves with new snow.

- Thank you, Dalia A.