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October’s the monthWhen the smallest breezeGives us a showerOf autumn leaves.Bonfires and pumpkins,Leaves sailing down –October is redAnd golden and brown. October leaves are lovelyThey rustle when I runSometimes I… Continue reading
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the… Continue reading
O Spirit of the Summertime! Bring back the roses to the dells; The swallow from her distant clime, The honey-bee from drowsy cells. Bring back the friendship of the sun; The gilded evenings, calm… Continue reading
Across the open common landshines glowing purple floral bloomsThe bumble bee can hardly stand,as flowers’ scent is rising fumes And lies there in the summer shadea resting deer quite joyfulyfor… Continue reading
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 green meadows play. Light… Continue reading
![Queen Guinevre’s Maying by John Collier [1900]](https://quest.litrasaurus.com/q/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/20200501-May-Books-FEATURED-200x200.jpg)
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 has old and modern nooks,Where… Continue reading
April has searched the winter landAnd found her petter flowers again;She kissed them to unfold her leaves,She coaxed them with her sun and rain,And filled the grass with green content,And… Continue reading
March’s poem is “The North Wind Doth Blow” aka “The Robin” … not least because of the weather that we are having at the moment ! The north wind doth… Continue reading
A small bird twitters on a leafless spray, Across the snow-waste breaks a gleam of gold: What token can I give my friend to-day But February blossoms, pure and cold?… Continue reading
“Someone painted pictures on my Windowpane last night — Willow trees with trailing boughs And flowers, frosty white, And lovely crystal butterflies; But when the morning sun Touched them with… Continue reading