January brings the snow,
makes our feet and fingers glow.
February is a great time to sled,
Then warm herbal infusions before bed.
March brings planting time for peas,
And the mud covers our knees.
April brings the along the rain,
We wait for spinach again.
May brings the rest of the veggie planting,
And we're outside dancing.
June brings tulips, lilies, roses,
Fills the children's hand with posies.
Hot Suly brings cherries sweet,
Picked fresh from our lovely tree.
In August...zucchini, tomatoes and corn,
Then we know the harvest has come.
Warm September brings apples a-plenty,
We can surely eat more than twenty!
Fresh October brings our pumpkin patch,
And leaves of all colors that flutter down fast.
Autumn November brings cooler weather,
But gratitude warms the heart--under a sweater.
Chill December brings the sleet,
Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.
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This poem was adapted from Sara Coleridge's poem, "The Months."
I like the simplicity of this poem and we tweak it as our family builds traditions that can be remembered in specific months/verses.
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