January I am a giant. I tromp through the forest. Crunch! Swoosh! The wind sings me a nursery rhyme. I love the month of January and the forest so white. *** May I say hello to the butterfly and he tells me his secret. He has tasted the sweetness of dew. I wish I could, too. I love the month of May and the flowers with their bright colors. *** November The snow drifts everywhere. But beneath my feet lie hidden treasures, in all the colors of the rainbow. I love the month of November And the gentle flakes of snow. Excerpted from All Year Round by Émilie Leduc All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.