July is the cruelest month.
January, a celebration.
August is death.
October, change.
February, new born lambs, castration.
April shouts hope and pollen.
September, things are not equal.
March, beware the lamb and lion.
December, luminaries in snow.
October, too many witch’s hats.
June, snow in the Rockies.
November, forgiveness.
May, fire dance.
July 26th, the diagnosis.
C.J. Prince
©2016
C.J. Prince Poet 
These words have the quality of chant…and wail. You pull a reader into your beautiful heart, Cj.