Poetry Sunday: The Months by Sara Coleridge

So, according to Sara Coleridge, we are at the end of the month of "tulips, lilies, roses" and about to enter the month of "cooling showers." Ha! Not many cooling showers in July here in Southeast Texas. Sara Coleridge was Samuel Taylor Coleridge's daughter and she obviously lived in quite a different climate than the one where I currently reside. But we know what to expect. We will endure July and August and hope that September will begin to bring us some relief from the heat. Each month has its own personality.

The Months

by Sara Coleridge

January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,
Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,
stirs the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,
Scatters daises at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,
Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,
Apricots and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,
Then the harvest home is borne.

Warm September brings the fruit,
Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Fresh October brings the pheasents,
Then to gather nuts is pleasent.

Dull November brings the blast,
Then the leaves are whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.

Comments

  1. In many parts of the world now these predictable changes, month by month are no longer predictable.

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  2. The year in verse - delightfully captured.

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  3. When I read as a child, this weather schedule was presented as the norm. But as a child on the Texas Gulf Coast, I'd have to say that schedule was nothing like the weather I experienced!

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  4. We do not get cooling showers here in Utah in July either. July and August are our two hottest months. But her stanza about June is totally true. :D

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  5. Nicely written poem, but this schedule doesn't apply where I live in New York State, either.

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