January brings the snow, <br />makes our feet and fingers glow. <br /> <br />February brings the rain, <br />Thaws the frozen lake again. <br /> <br />March brings breezes loud and shrill, <br />stirs the dancing daffodil. <br /> <br />April brings the primrose sweet, <br />Scatters daises at our feet. <br /> <br />May brings flocks of pretty lambs, <br />Skipping by their fleecy damns. <br /> <br />June brings tulips, lilies, roses, <br />Fills the children's hand with posies. <br /> <br />Hot july brings cooling showers, <br />Apricots and gillyflowers. <br /> <br />August brings the sheaves of corn, <br />Then the harvest home is borne. <br /> <br />Warm september brings the fruit, <br />Sportsmen then begin to shoot. <br /> <br />Fresh October brings the pheasents, <br />Then to gather nuts is pleasent. <br /> <br />Dull November brings the blast, <br />Then the leaves are whirling fast. <br /> <br />Chill December brings the sleet, <br />Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.<br /><br />Sara Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-months/
