“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
A Pondering Mind 
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Each line is beautiful as each season is.
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I agree, and thank you for the nice comment.
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Bleak…a good word. More snow today.
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Rain coming here on Friday.
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