The Months Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BCDE FGHI JKLM A NIFO PQRC STUV W XYZL BBVA2 B2C2D2F F VIFE2 TF2G2H2 I2KJ2V K2 FFGL2 M2FN2V O2C2P2M2 Q2 R2S2FT2 U2R2C2F NFV2M F W2X2G2H VHGH HRR2Y2 Z2 A3B3C3U IHFF R2D3R2H V HHR2V T2R2HV2 E3F3FG3 V FHH3F R2HI3I IJ3K3H V HL3M3C N3RO3F P3O2HI V VQ3HR3 S3J3HV T3U3HH| January | A |
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| Contorted by wind | B |
| mere armatures for ice or snow | C |
| the trees resolve | D |
| to endure for now | E |
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| they will leaf out in April | F |
| And I must be as patient | G |
| as the trees | H |
| a winter resolution | I |
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| I break all over again | J |
| as the cold presses | K |
| its sharp blade | L |
| against my throat | M |
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| February | A |
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| After endless | N |
| hibernation | I |
| on the windowsill | F |
| the orchid blooms | O |
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| embroidered purple stitches | P |
| up and down | Q |
| a slender stem | R |
| Outside snow | C |
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| melts midair | S |
| to rain | T |
| Abbreviated month | U |
| Every kind of weather | V |
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| March | W |
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| When the Earl King came | X |
| to steal away the child | Y |
| in Goethe's poem the father said | Z |
| don't be afraid | L |
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| it's just the wind | B |
| As if it weren't the wind | B |
| that blows away the tender | V |
| fragments of this world | A2 |
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| leftover leaves in the corners | B2 |
| of the garden a Lenten Rose | C2 |
| that thought it safe | D2 |
| to bloom so early | F |
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| April | F |
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| In the pastel blur | V |
| of the garden | I |
| the cherry | F |
| and redbud | E2 |
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| shake rain | T |
| from their delicate | F2 |
| shoulders as petals | G2 |
| of pink | H2 |
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| dogwood | I2 |
| wash down the ditches | K |
| in dreamlike | J2 |
| rivers of color | V |
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| May | K2 |
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| May apple daffodil | F |
| hyacinth lily | F |
| and by the front | G |
| porch steps | L2 |
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| every billowing | M2 |
| shade of purple | F |
| and lavender lilac | N2 |
| my mother's favorite flower | V |
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| sweet breath drifting through | O2 |
| the open windows | C2 |
| perfume of memory conduit | P2 |
| of spring | M2 |
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| June | Q2 |
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| The June bug | R2 |
| on the screen door | S2 |
| whirs like a small | F |
| ugly machine | T2 |
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| and a chorus of frogs | U2 |
| and crickets drones like Musak | R2 |
| at all the windows | C2 |
| What we don't quite see | F |
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| comforts us | N |
| Blink of lightning grumble | F |
| of thunder just the heat | V2 |
| clearing its throat | M |
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| July | F |
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| Tonight the fireflies | W2 |
| light their brief | X2 |
| candles | G2 |
| in all the trees | H |
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| of summer | V |
| color of moonflakes | H |
| color of fluorescent | G |
| lace | H |
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| where the ocean drags | H |
| its torn hem | R |
| over the dark | R2 |
| sand | Y2 |
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| August | Z2 |
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| Barefoot | A3 |
| and sun dazed | B3 |
| I bite into this ripe peach | C3 |
| of a month | U |
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| gathering children | I |
| into my arms | H |
| in all their sandy | F |
| glory | F |
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| heaping | R2 |
| my table each night | D3 |
| with nothing | R2 |
| but corn and tomatoes | H |
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| September | V |
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| Their summer romance | H |
| over the lovers | H |
| still cling | R2 |
| to each other | V |
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| the way the green | T2 |
| leaves cling | R2 |
| to their trees | H |
| in the strange heat | V2 |
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| of September as if | E3 |
| this time | F3 |
| there will be | F |
| no autumn | G3 |
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| October | V |
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| How suddenly | F |
| the woods | H |
| have turned | H3 |
| again I feel | F |
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| like Daphne standing | R2 |
| with my arms | H |
| outstretched | I3 |
| to the season | I |
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| overtaken | I |
| by color crowned | J3 |
| with the hammered gold | K3 |
| of leaves | H |
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| November | V |
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| These anonymous | H |
| leaves their wet | L3 |
| bodies pressed | M3 |
| against the window | C |
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| or falling past | N3 |
| I count them | R |
| in my sleep | O3 |
| absolving gravity | F |
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| absolving even death | P3 |
| who knows as I do | O2 |
| the imperatives | H |
| of the season | I |
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| December | V |
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| The white dove of winter | V |
| sheds its first | Q3 |
| fine feathers | H |
| they melt | R3 |
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| as they touch | S3 |
| the warm ground | J3 |
| like notes | H |
| of a once familiar | V |
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| music the earth | T3 |
| shivers and | U3 |
| turns towards | H |
| the solstice | H |
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