months

I had the endless day, months and months of endless days, and yet my return date bounded this sense of boundlessness, kept it from becoming threatening.

...all "months" work together for the good of those who love the Lord! ...all the days of this month will work together for your goodness!

Why is it that children, taught the names of the months and the fact that there are twelve of them, don't ask why the ninth is called the seventh (September), the tenth called the eight (October), the eleventh called the ninth (November), the twelfth called the tenth (December)?

Authors must spend months, years making fantasy believable in a single work while reality runs rampant and complete chaos elsewhere.

The sacred time exist in days, weeks, months, seasons and years.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic...never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

A poetess is not as selfishas you assume.After months of agonising over her marriage of words__he bride__nd spaces__he groom,she knows that as soonas she has penned the poem,it__ yours to consume.So, without giving it a think,she blows on the inkand the letters fly awaylike dandelions on a windy day,landing on hands and lips, on hearts and hips.But more often than not,you can easily spotthem trodden and forgotten,becoming sodden and rotten.Yet, she will continue to makewhat__ others to takebecause selfishness is not the mark of a poetess.

A leader in 10 minutes can unlock your potentials which in reality would have taken you 10 years to do without them.

Today is an ephemeral ghost...A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not "exist."In mundane terms, it marks a "leap" in time, when the calendar is adjusted to make up for extra seconds accumulated over the preceding three years due to the rotation of the earth. A day of temporal tune up!But this day holds another secret__t contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability...A day of unlocked potential.Will you or won't you? Should you or shouldn't

I didn't want to deal in poetry. I got rid of that after a few months.

Integrity is so perishable in the summer months of success.

Yes, 'Aagadu' was a failure. I was dejected for a couple of months, since there was a lot at stake.

Sweet April showers Do bring May flowers.

If February give much snow A fine Summer it doth foreshow.

O sweet September thy first breezes bring The dry leaf's rustle and the squirrel's laughter The cool fresh air whence health and vigor spring And promise of exceeding joy hereafter.

October turned my maple's leaves to gold The most are gone now here and there one lingers Soon these will slip from out the twig's weak hold Like coins between a dying miser's fingers.

No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!

If cold December gave you birth The month of snow and ice and mirth Place on your hand a turquoise blue Success will bless what'er you do.