by Aida Bode
The moon got pale,
turned into January
The gods were cold
and tucked inside February
I reached to catch the wind
it gave me March
It started to pour April, moist,
rebellious unstoppable for greenery…
May eavesdropped behind the moon,
safeguarding darkness and all the secrets of silences
Venus was pregnant, she didn’t moan
but smiled and gave birth to June.
July got drunk in Aegean
while I saw the Apocalypse
August sleeps with me
and doesn’t let the stars fall
The geese took September in their beak
and flew toward the South
October held its breath
and the air blushed with autumn
Come Dionysius, come and bring
November so that I can awaken my beloved
Why would Athena need wisdom
when she adorns herself with December?
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