Snow flakes in January.
Heart warm like February.
I wouldn’t ordinarily March to the drum,
play a fool like April.
May the best dance in a Juno bridal.
Power of the will, Julius and Augustus.
Aw you know, it’s just us.
In a new semester, back in September.
Boy, I wonder if you still remember.

(Source: dreamongood, via j-shady)