What could be for one in store?
As the last of seconds walks out the door.
Bringing us to this newer time..
with 12 months’ worth of poetry and rhyme..
bearing witness to this role I’ve worn..
that each time a new month is born,
a newer clue will be conceived..
In the newer verses you’ll have received.
And so it begins, with the first of twelve.
And in those words one needs to delve..
To extract meaning from its eloquent sheath..
and see with clarity the clues underneath.
And henceforth it has been made clear.
I welcome you, reader, to the first month of year.