Months of the Year
January brings the snow
Makes the toes and fingers glow.
February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen ponds again.
March brings breezes loud and shrill,
Stirs the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatter daisies at our feet.
May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses;
Fills the children’s hands
Hot July brings cooling showers,
Strawberries and gilly-flowers.
August brings the sheaves of cord,
Then the Harvest home is borne.
Warm September brings the fruit
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.
Fresh October brings the pheasant;
then to gather nuts is pleasant.
Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are falling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire and Christmas treat
Sara Coleridge, 1802-1852