One Out of Twelve

I don't want to go in January

seems pretty cold to me now

February feels slightly better

but still a tad early for plows

I'm not so crazy 'bout March

winter her girl before spring

if I can get closer to summer

I might be living my dreams

April or May are my maybes

June July August rank must

yet I go by lark until autumn

I stay as the fall's frosty dust