Fall Into Winter

September died on the vine;
A virgin still birth.
November beat the hell
out of October,
So we had to stay inside
until December.
These months, so long
standing in the snow
in your bedroom,
have left their marks
so dear on your heart,
that January decided
he would quit while he was still ahead.
But February, filled with
the insecurity of being so short,
leapt at the chance
to press her lips to yours...