The Months of the Year

An attempt to write on each month, inspired by the Welsh Poet 'Eifion Wyn' collection, but not necessarily being based on his poems each time.

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January

(based on ‘Ionawr’ [January] by Eifion Wyn) January: hard frozen, bleaching the land; and what have you done to the village pond? The ducks like to...
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February

(as with 'January' this is based on ‘Chwefror’ [Februrary] by Eifion Wyn) Rushing, howling wintery winds, shake my window, shudder door, throwing...
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March

( as with 'January' and 'February' this is based, though to a lesser extent, on ‘Mawrth' [March] by Eifion Wyn ) What do I see? a daffodil woken up to shiver, glow …
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April

Suddenly the slow emergence comes rushing out in full abundance trickle of colour becomes a flood by rain and sun drawn out of mud –
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May

"Month of fresh and shining shade … bring busy bird life in the trees. "
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June

Continuing a series on the months, inspired at first by the Welsh series written by Eifion Wyn: Overflowing with flowers and scent and song...
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July

Next in the months' series: Relaxing warmth and summer glow … contentedly replete and sleek … bramble snakes out, scratching … nuts pale green bunched on hazel trees …

August

continuing the series on the months inspired by Eifion Wyn’s series in Welsh : … harvest gold … tired greenery … birdsong hushed … holidays
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September

continuing the series on the months inspired by Eifion Wyn’s series in Welsh: Crisp, dewy morning, glittering webs festoon and decorate the hedgerows...
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October

continuing the series on the months inspired by Eifion Wyn’ series in Welsh … Each sleepy day shorter – the daylight flies –
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November

[continuing the series on the months inspired by Eifion Wyn’ series in Welsh] Between the summer lushness and the sleep of winter’s starkness the disarray and scruffiness, the dirtyness and greyness of November weighs heavily upon a mood that’s sinking for the warmth and sunlight’s shrinking, but low and watery sun breaks through the …

December

Tired land, waiting – waiting for its life to grow again, waiting for the snow to clothe, and warm, transform …