Months For The Seasons -

She opened the back door. Cold air rushed in, and Maya shivered but stepped outside anyway. They walked to the edge of the yard, where the last oak tree still held a few stubborn brown leaves.

“Mama,” Maya whispered, “if the months don’t match the seasons, why do we even have them?” months for the seasons

Lena thought about it. She thought about April, which sometimes arrived like a lamb and sometimes like a lion. She thought about September, which could be a second summer or a first winter. She thought about March, the great liar, offering a warm day just to snatch it back with ice. She opened the back door