Oh, the January woman comes a-
-long in duffel coat, felt scarves, and
mittens
The February woman rides her
bike through wind and snow and winter
hail
The woman of March wrings out her hair and has
run out of warm clothes to wear / De-
-spairs of better weather
The April woman's brolly bears a-
-gainst the wind as she visits her
old friends
May woman sees the blossoms burst from
all the boughs, hears morris bellpads
chime
By June she has forgot the rain, starts
to feel like a girl again / But is
still regretting Easter
In July the woman climbs the trees in
search of all the plums the birds have
left her
The August woman walks the fields of
barley as the summer spills to
fall
September woman's quiet weighs more than her
children's summer of doors / As she
drags them to school
The woman of new October makes her
jam, burns chutney onto her best
saucepan
November woman swaps her heels and
skirts for jumpers, jackets, heavy
coats
December woman braves the gales for
Christmas shopping, then the sales / But
wonders why, though
And January woman comes a-
-long with duffel coat, felt scarves, and
mittens
To run and jump and laugh along those
well-worn mossy paths she knows so
well
And in the glass her crows feet show, her e-
-leven sisters already know / They're
one year older
Yes January woman's here to
start with each and every year / A-
-long the road forever
recording: Daisy Black [YouTube]