September has eyes,
opening red and gold.
January has fingers,
stretching frozen spindles.
August has toes,
digging deep in soft sand.
May has a nose,
catching scents in sunlight.
October has hair,
roots torn by the wind.
December has teeth,
standing stones into skin.
April has tears,
cascading on molted earth.
And July has legs,
running till the heart pounds.
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