A Year in Stories
A Year in Stories


A year unfolds, a book in hand,
Each page a tale, a life so grand.
The chapters start with winter’s breath,
Where frost and dreams defy their death.
January whispers, "Begin anew,"
In its icy stillness, plans accrue.
February, with hearts ablaze,
Turns cold nights into loving days.
March marches in, with winds that sing,
A hint of bloom, the birth of spring.
April rains on stories untold,
Nourishing seeds of courage bold.
May dances in a floral spree,
Stories of growth in every tree.
June bathes us in the summer’s glow,
Adventures rise, new places to go.
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July tells tales of skies alight,
Fireworks crown the warmest night.
August hums with a lazy tune,
Stories bask in the golden noon.
September pens a thoughtful line,
As leaves and dreams begin to align.
October drafts in hues of gold,
Stories of harvest, brave and bold.
November whispers, “Remember well,”
A tale of thanks, a soul to swell.
December closes with sparkling cheer,
The final chapter of the year.
Twelve months, twelve tales, a journey vast,
Each moment fleeting, yet meant to last.
A year in stories, a woven art,
The book of time, bound by the heart.