A Pondering Mind

A little of this. A little of that.


The Seasons

“January cold and desolate;
February dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly,
Lightning-torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.”

~ Christina Rossetti



4 responses to “The Seasons”

  1. Each line is beautiful as each season is.

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    1. I agree, and thank you for the nice comment.

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  2. Bleak…a good word. More snow today.

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    1. Rain coming here on Friday.

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