This sweet poem is clearly written for seasons in America, but it would be delightful experience to rewrite it with your children for your location! Maybe it’s not even accurate for your American state. Come share it with us when you write your adaptation, and be sure to tell us where you live!

The Garden Year, by Sara Coleridge

January brings the snow, 

Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain, 

Thaws the frozen lakes again.

March brings breezes loud and shrill,

Stirs the dancing daffodil.

April brings the primrose sweet,

Scatters daisies at our feet.

May brings flocks of pretty lambs,

Skipping by their fleecy dams.

June brings tulips, lilies, roses,

Fills the children’s hands with posies.

Hot July brings cooling showers,

Apricots and gillyflowers.

August brings the sheaves of corn,

Then the harvest home is borne.

Clear September brings blue skies,

Golden rod and apple pies.

Fresh October brings the pheasant,

Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast,

Makes the leaves go whirling fast.

Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire, and Christmas treat.