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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,
To stir the dancing daffodil.
April brings the primrose 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 the sheaves of corn,
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 whirling fast.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
This poem is in the public domain.
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Sara Coleridge (1802 – 1852) was the daughter of poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge, and a neighbor of poet William Wordsworth. Fluent in Greek, Latin, French, German, Italian, and Spanish, Sara first focused on translating works from these languages. After she married and had children, she began writing poetry for children. Sara's work was popular and well respected in her day. She died of breast cancer, leaving behind a partially-written autobiography, Memoirs and Letters of Sara Coleridge, which her daughter completed and published after her mother's death.
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