"Ber" Months: Poem

 “Ber” Months

September is early Fall.

Bright October is stunning for all.

November is an old sister and cold.

December days dressed in winter attire,

Which we admire

Ay home with ember of fire

To keep us warm.

“Ber” months come in various form.

Days are shorter

And I keep my quarter

For good luck

To save a buck.

November never comes in two.

We play with clocks

And move the time

Like dirty socks.

People make rules –

Some we need as tools,

Others are for the fools.

December is different from November.

In December, we try to remember

The past calendar year.

Cold December sparks fire’s embarrassment

Without regrets and fairness

Because the new calendar year

Is at the door.

There are new plans, better than before.

Tomshinsky@2025