Little Butterfly

Musik: Runaway - Yeah Yeah Yeahs

So now is come our joyful feast,
Let every man be jolly;
Each room with ivy leaves is dressed,
And every post with holly.
Though some churls at our mirth repine,
Round your foreheads garlands twine,
Drown sorrow in a cup of wine,
And let us all be merry.

Now all our neighbors' chimneys smoke,
And Christmas blocks are burning;
Their ovens they with baked meats choke,
And all their spits are turning.
Without the door let sorrow lie,
And if for cold it hap to die,
We'll bury it in a Christmas pie,
And evermore be merry.

George Wither

So dull and dark are the November days.
The lazy mist high up the evening curled,
And now the morn quite hides in smoke and haze;
The place we occupy seems all the world.

John Clare

"The breezes taste
Of apple peel.
The air is full
Of smells to feel-
Ripe fruit, old footballs,
Burning brush,
New books, erasers,
Chalk, and such.
The bee, his hive,
Well-honeyed hum,
And Mother cuts
Chrysanthemums.
Like plates washed clean
With suds, the days
Are polished with
A morning haze."

John Updike

Musik: August´s Rhapsody (August Rush)

Donald G. Mitchell

Musik: Broken Strings - James Morrison feat. Nelly Furtado

die auf eine Antwort warten,

wenn sie dich fragen,

wie es dir geht.

-

Unbekannt

Gurpiar Sidhu

The month of June

In the month of June
I composed a melodic tune
Ahead of time before the clocks struck noon
Later at night I waited to sing it out in full moon

June is the smell of sweet fresh roses
A beautiful rosy sixth month it exposes
And with the sweetness of each day
The sky clouds smile brightful and gay

Good Afternoon, My little summer butterflies
In June we can play where yellow meadows lie
We can observe little rivers flow into lagoons
And the mellifluent wildlife retreat into cocoons

And if love where to blossom it will do so quite soon
Because there is something about the month of June
As the longest daylight hours a year balloon
All marriage hopes are not left marooned

June is a beautiful month to sing
And listen to loud wedding bells ring
In this long awaited summer month
The mood of happiness is all June fronts

Sylvia Chidi (C)

Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
Hail bounteous May that dost inspire
Mirth and youth, and warm desire,
Woods and Groves, are of thy dressing,
Hill and Dale, doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early Song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.

John Milton

April, dear April, I beg you come soon
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils' play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.

April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.

April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.

April, dear April, I know you can't stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You'll always be my month most dear


Mark Slaughter

Musik: Meet me halfway - Black Eyed Peas

March marches to the beat of her own drum,
Angry in the way of eager youth,
Rebelling against what she will become,
Challenging the too-long-frozen truth.
How beautiful, this month of rage and ruth!

Nicholas Gordon

Musik: The Voyage - Timeless Miracle

Now in the midst of the old world forlorn
A mystic child is set in these still hours.
I keep this time, even before the flowers,
Sacred to all the young and the unborn.

To all the miles and miles of unsprung wheat,
And to the Spring waiting beyond the portal,
And to the future of my own young art,
And, among all these things, to you, my sweet,
My friend, to your calm face and the immortal
Child tarrying all your life-time in your heart.

Alice Meynell 

Musik: Bad Romance - Lady Gaga

"Das Problem mit der Abhängigkeit ist, dass es nie gut ausgeht. Es heißt, dass man die Sucht nicht loswerden kann, bevor man den absoluten Tiefpunkt erreicht hat. Aber woher weiß man, wann das ist?
Denn egal wie sehr uns eine Sache auch verletzt, manchmal schmerzt es noch viel mehr, sie los zu lassen."

Little January
Tapped at my door today.
And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play."
Little January
Is always full of fun;
Today we coasted down the hill,
Until the set of sun.
Little January
Will stay a month with me
And we will have such jolly times-
Just come along and see.

Winifred C. Marshall

Musik: My life would suck without you - Kelly Clarkson

Musik: May it be - Enya

"Und welche Liebe war´s, die fort von mir dich trieb?"

"Lysander´s Liebe litt nicht, dass er blieb;
Die schöne Helena, die so die Nacht durchfunkelt,
Dass sie die lichten O´s, die Augen dort, verdunkelt.
Was suchst du mich? Tat dies dir noch nicht kund,
Mein Hass zu dir sei meines Fliehens Grund?"