Greetings, Poetry Lovers! And, whoa - It's September already?
The months have been turning over pretty fast over here. I do welcome the fall ones, though, especially. A few leaves are starting to turn on our trees, and acorns are falling.
I guess to keep track of the year, I can consult this old poem by Sara Coleridge (daughter of Samuel Taylor Coleridge & his wife, Sarah/Sara Fricker).
The Months
Sara Coleridge (1802-1852)
January brings the snow;
Makes the feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain;
Thaws the frozen pond again.
March brings wind so cold and chill;
Drives the cattle from the hill.
April brings us sun and showers,
And the pretty wildwood flowers.
May brings grass and leafy trees,
Waving in each gentle breeze.
June brings roses, fresh and fair,
And the cherries, ripe and rare.
July brings the greatest heat,
Cloudless skies and dusty street.
August brings the golden grain;
Harvest time begins again.
Mild September brings us more
Fruit and grain, for winter store.
Brown October brings the last
Of ripening figts, from summer past.
Dull November brings the blast;
Down the trees the leaves fall fast.
Cold December ends the rime
With blazing fires and Christmas time.
I hope September brings you inspiration and refreshing moments. (Here, we'll take the "mild" version praised above, after September last year brought Helene.)
Enjoy this week's Roundup at Reflections on the Teche, where freshly-returned-from-Scotland (oh, my heart!) Margaret offers some love to "Silence."