The Months

The Months    

January brings the snow,

Makes our feet and fingers glow.         

February brings the rain,  

Thaws the frozen lakes again.

March brings the breezes loud and shrill,  

Stirs the dancing daffodil. 

April brings the promise sweet,

Scatters 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 with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,

Apricots and Gillyflowers.
August brings that sheeves of corn,

Then the harvest home is born.

Warm September brings the fruit,

Sportsman then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasant,

Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast,

 Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire and Christmas treat.