January brings in a new year,
Tooty-toots, noise makers and cheers.
February brings a card of unique design,
Frosty white and ribbon-laced - valentine.
March brings gusty winds that chill,
Tormenting all the trees on the nearby hill.
April brings many warm showers,
Alerting the gardens to bring forth flowers.
May brings spreading trees and hope to ring,
Each little songbird with a song to sing.
June brings a sky with fluffy clouds of white,
Butterflies that soar by and thrill us with delight.
July brings a pastoral scene on the distant hill,
A moment when time seems to stand still.
August brings shadows - giving away to Fall,
Hovering over the garden and climbing the wall.
September brings geese and ducks for flight,
Joined by other feathered friends by day or night.
October brings a harvest moon - the rays glazes all,
The night echoes the cricket's farewell call.
November brings a nipping air - Fall is everywhere,
A grateful prayer for the bounty - Thanksgiving air.
December brings wreaths and decorated trees,
Blazing fireplaces to cope with the winter freeze.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem