February is merely as long as is needed to pass the time until March.
In July, the sun is hot. Is it shining? No, it's not.
November always seemed to me the Norway of the year.
April showers bring May flowers, but it would take a deluge to bring June brides.
December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...
December, being the last month of the year, cannot help but make us think of what is to come.
April hath put a spirit of youth in everything.
August rain: the best of the summer gone, and the new fall not yet born. The odd uneven time.
June is the time for dreams of outdoor life and breathing fresh air again.
January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow.
May the month of May bring forth new beginnings and fresh starts.
March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers.
It's the first of the month.
July is the time when expectations are at their peak. May the days be ever in your favor.
March on. Do not tarry. To go forward is to move toward perfection. March on, and fear not the thorns, or the sharp stones on life's path.
September: it was the most beautiful of words, he’d always felt, evoking orange-flowers, swallows, and regret.