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The cock is crowing,The stream is flowing,The small birds twitter,The lake doth glitter,The green field sleeps in the sun;The oldest and youngestAre at work with the strongest;The cattle are grazing,Their… Continue reading

The poem that Litrasaurus has chosen to feature this month is “An October Garden” by Christina Rossetti In my Autumn garden I was fainTo mourn among my scattered roses;Alas for… Continue reading

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” 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

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

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, 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

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

“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

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

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

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

Fairest of months! Ripe Summer’s Queen!The hey-day of the year,With robes that gleam with sunny sheenSweet August doth appear.With rosy fruit her skirts are drest,Flowers her glory swell,And birthday wishes… Continue reading

A Boat Beneath a Summer Skyby Lewis Carroll A boat beneath a sunny sky,Lingering onward dreamilyIn an evening of July — Children three that nestle near,Eager eye and willing ear,Pleased… Continue reading

A week ago I had a fireTo warm my feet, my hands and face;Cold winds, that never make a friend,Crept in and out of every place. Today the fields are… Continue reading

Winter is many months of the yearBut now at last Maytime is here;And birds sing from a leafy screenIn the trees and hedgerow freshly green;And the wood-anemone is out in… Continue reading

Hark, I hear a robin calling!List, the wind is from the south!And the orchard-bloom is fallingSweet as kisses on the mouth. In the dreamy vale of beechesFair and faint is… Continue reading

March bustles in on windy feetAnd sweeps my doorstep and my street.She washes and cleans with pounding rains,Scrubbing the earth of winter stains.She shakes the grime from carpet greenTill naught… Continue reading

I stood beside a hillSmooth with new-laid snow,A single star looked outFrom the cold evening glow.There was not other creatureThat saw what I could see,I stood and watched the evening… Continue reading

“A happy new year” it will be – if it’s NEW New visions of all that is noble and true,New powers for service, new knowledge of God,New zeal for the… Continue reading

At the close of day, when the hamlet is still,And mortals the sweets of forgetfulness prove,When nought but the torrent is heard on the hill,And nought but the nightingale’s song… Continue reading

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

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

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

It sifts from Leaden Sieves – It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the Road – It makes an even Face Of Mountain, and… Continue reading

The stripped and shapely Maple grieves The ghosts of her Departed leaves. The ground is hard, As hard as stone. The year is old, The birds are flown. And yet… Continue reading

October gave a party; The leaves by hundreds came – The Chestnuts, Oaks, and Maples, And leaves of every name. The Sunshine spread a carpet, And everything was grand, Miss… Continue reading

“The breezes taste Of apple peel. The air is full Of smells to feel- Ripe fruit, old footballs, Burning brush, New books, erasers, Chalk, and such. The bee, his hive,… Continue reading

How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up… Continue reading

Great is the sun, and wide he goesThrough empty heaven without repose;And in the blue and glowing daysMore thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds… Continue reading

It’s beautiful the Summer month of June When all of God’s own wildflowers are in bloom And sun shines brightly most part of the day And butterflies o’er lush green… Continue reading

This month’s poem is “On May Morning” by John Milton NOW the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger,Comes dancing from the East, and leads with herThe Flowry May, who from her… Continue reading