July – A Short Poem
The Violet and the Bee “And pray, who are you?”Said the Violet blueTo the Bee, with surprise,At his wonderful size,In her eyeglass of dew.“I, madam,” quoth he,“Am a publican Bee,Collecting… Continue reading
June – A Poem
“June” by Francis Duggan It’s beautiful the Summer month of JuneWhen all of God’s own wildflowers are in bloomAnd sun shines brightly most part of the dayAnd butterflies o’er lush… Continue reading
May and the Poets
There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; May’s in Milton, May’s in Prior, May’s in Chaucer, Thomson, Dyer; May’s in all the Italian books: She… Continue reading
An Ode To March
by Algernon Charles Swinburne I Ere frost-flower and snow-blossom faded and fell, and the splendour of winter had passed out of sight, The ways of the woodlands were fairer and… Continue reading
He Knows No Winter – February Poem
He knows no winter, he who loves the soil,For, stormy days, when he is free from toil,He plans his summer crops, selects his seedsFrom bright-paged catalogues for garden needs.When looking… Continue reading
January Poem – Stopping by …
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Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse… Continue reading
December Poem
“I heard a bird sing In the dark of December A magical thing And sweet to remember. ‘We are nearer to Spring Than we were in September,’ I heard a… Continue reading
Written in November
Autumn, I love thy parting look to viewIn cold November’s day, so bleak and bare,When, thy life’s dwindled thread worn nearly thro’,With ling’ring, pott’ring pace, and head bleach’d bare,Thou, like… Continue reading
October Trees
Litrasaurus’ featured poem for October this year is this poignant verse by the great First World War poet Siegfried Sassoon October Trees How innocent were these Trees, that inMist-green May,… Continue reading
September – Summer Lapsed Away
As imperceptibly as GriefThe Summer lapsed awayToo imperceptible, at lastTo seem like Perfidy A Quietness distilledAs Twilight long begunOr Nature spending with herselfSequestered Afternoon The Dusk drew earlier inThe Morning… Continue reading