Assumption!!!!!!

THE

BEATE

The fifteenth of August

Warmth ends with a start

The Assumption of Mary

To His Sacred Heart.

Michaelmas Day

September skies cue

To hearken the zinnias

To tone down their hue.

Dusky October

With Angels and all

They help us pick apples

And pumpkins in Fall.

November’s chilled damp

Souls wait in the dark

For prayers from the priest

And a blue votive spark.

Then souls from the dark

No longer the least

Rejoice in December

The garland decked Feast.

White, wintry snows

Banquet-hall earth

In January celebrating

Still His great Birth.

February sleetings

February ices

St. Valentine teaches

That His love suffices.

Raw winds of March

Can we stand it all now?

But we start the long Lent

Which teaches us how.

In cruel April showers

Each Station tugs tears

Then lilies…He rose

To allay all our fears!

And May calls us out

And May calls us dance

And May is all Mary’s

The Queen of Romance.

June city sidewalks

Symbols in dust

Corpus Christi processions

For the King Who is Just!

His Most Precious Blood

Springs up in July

In picnic-red checks

Reminding us why…

We’re all in His rhythm

He gives us all reasons

To incite and delight…

The Beate of all seasons!