The Road from January to December

In Northern January

In northern January

My polar bear

Covers himself up in a blanket of snow

Although I send him

Carriages full of sun

He prefers to close his eyes.

Even when I pull his fur

He hides his heart

And doesn’t let me

Steal a beat.

*Photo of the snow- Yehuda Habaz

January

Wet, and shiny,

Moody sea,

Soft and angry clouds

A bit of purple

Endless green

Strawberry desires

Smells of misty

Wake up calls

Sweet and sour

Thoughts.

January to December

Two white pelicans

Are talking love

From the beginning

Of January

To the end

Of December

They have no use

For Valentine’s Day.😊

The Birds of February

The birds of February

Are searching for a gold coin

In the brown river

Which the sun threw in

Before she turned off the light.

March is Coming

March is coming

On a bicycle

Full of flowers

He has the smile of a naughty boy

Escaping from school

He knows by heart

How to open

The doors.

April Moon

There is a full moon

And a full glass of wine

And a foolish heart.

Tell me a fairy tale tonight.

April Spreads

April

Spreads the white hair of winter

He lights colors

And aromas in the fields

He plays with the bees

Till they melt into

Honey at his feet.

He steals your heart

And slips

Away.

The Rain of May

The Rain of May

Comes like

A postcard

From a faraway country

Takes off

A Summer

Undershirt,

And moistens the heart.

Here Comes May

Here comes May

He has thirty-one arrows

To go wild

He takes me to the fields

And turns me into a drunken butterfly

Among his thousand flowers

He swears that he’ll be faithful

For a full month

And I

Don’t mind

Running after him

For just one single arrow.

🦋

June is Waiting for me

June is waiting for me

Just around the corner

He knows‪ that he is my month

More than any other month

He’ll take me to the sea

Color me ‪in turquoise

And dress me

In the most beautiful seashells

He knows we both will get drunk

Forgetting the winter

We’ll run barefoot

On honey sands

Losing the horizon

Behind

He’ll dance with me

Fiery as fire

Every night that he has

And leave a full moon

In my palm

Before he goes

Away.

In June

How come

You set the seasons

For me

Rain clouds fill my heart

In June

And in winter

You send me

A bouquet of swallows

Moving off with a promise

For tomorrow.

June

Winter,

    Sneaks up

        Like a lover,

             Leaving

                  The smell

                         Of its rain

                              On the t- shirt

                                           Of

                                              June.

On the July Train

We met one night on the July train

You were holding a helium moon

In your hand

“We have two or three stations together”

you say,”And a little bit of a sea”

And when you asked me to dance

You whispered butterfly words

To die of their beauty

To die

Then the engine stopped

Between the winter rails

And a strawberry field

That disappeared

I went down holding just a

Smiling thread

Having touched for a moment

The perfect eternity.

July in London

July in London

Lightning and thunders

Smells of a distant winter

That broke off his handcuffs

And invaded

Drunk with longing

To conquer back his land

While she is lying

In the lusting arms of

Summer.

In August

You can’t stay dry

When suddenly

There is a rain in August

Sweeping away your heart

Like a leaf

On an unknown journey.

Let it catch and lose

A bolt of lightning

Let it cry and tremble thunder

Let it fall.

September is Here 

September is here

Wearing a hat and a jacket

His pockets are full of autumn leaves

And longing scents

He is holding a gray umbrella

Made of clouds

And spreading his spell appeal

All over

Perhaps I will fall

in love.

On September’s Sidewalk

Slowly my heart gives in

To the infiltrator Autumn

And makes a space

For the blowing leaves

On September’s sidewalk

And to the wind that escapes

from the summer hands

To reach the lowest place

That there is.

October erasing the summer

October

Erasing the summer footsteps

The sea that we once collected

The words that we whispered

In our eyes

He scatters migratory birds

In the park

And I

Become

One of them.

November scent

In another city

November scent is

Full of cinnamon and longing

Beauty is walking barefoot

Wandering in colorful sparkling streets

I am drinking a short espresso

And a long Ouzo

While he

Puts a spell

On me.

December

December

Descends on the stairs

Of the winter

His stubble – thorns

His eyes are dark

Scent of rain

On his neck

A sleeping rose

On the lapel of his coat

And his rough hands

Are full of passion

He promises me

An enchanted storm

If only I have

The courage

To surrender.

It’s the end of December

It’s the end of December

And I don’t know

Whether to wait for the sea

To fill the empty shells

Or to search for others

On the beach

Of next

Year.

It’s the end of the year

The flamboyant tree

Offers its last red kisses

And I don’t know

Whether to wait for it

To bloom again

Or let January

Take me down

Another

Road.