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

Christina Rossetti Poem: Changing 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

Winter Quote ~ Ogden Nash

Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning tree stumps into snowmen
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes.
Smooth and clean and frosty white,
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.
Snow is snowy when it’s snowing,
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.
~Ogden Nash

Get It Right Before You Speak

When I was listening to the radio this morning, the mid-morning, early-afternoon DJ, announcer or whatever they are called, was making mention of Autumn beginning this Saturday, the 20th. Well, it does not start on that date. It is September 23, the same day as my late father’s birthday was. Then about an hour later she said the same thing again, about the date that Autumn begins.

I was tempted to take a wake over to the radio station, which is just around the corner from where I live, and tell her or someone to tell when the correct date is. I mean, is it too much to take a look at the calendar to see what day the new season begins.

Its just one of those things in life that bugs the shit out of me.

A Pondering Mind 9/15/2014