Sara Coleridge

(1802-1852 / England)

The Months - Poem 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 damns.

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 about The Months by Sara Coleridge

  • (2/21/2018 7:32:00 AM)

    want to learn the summary (Report) Reply

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  • (1/9/2018 5:05:00 PM)

    Learned this poem in school in Donegal Ireland in the 1950s (Report) Reply

  • (1/19/2016 6:53:00 AM)

    Check the spelling of 'dams, ' 'pheasant, ' 'pleasant' Also upper case for July, September and do we have the second lines of the couplets starting with a capital letter or not? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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