To my wife, on our anniversary

7 years

I wrote this poem for my Emily on our 1-year anniversary. Six anniversaries later, it is only truer.

“Summer, Fall, Winter, Spring, Summer.”

My wife is as warm as June.

As happy as July.

Steady like an August moon

Or morning kiss from September sky.

October breaks just as her light.

Her laugh is November gold.

Her spirit gentle as December’s white

and her calm a January glow.

Shy like February’s count

But her smile is the hope of March.

Gives of herself like an April fount

In May, to my unworthy heart.