January brings the snow

The Whole Poem - happy days

January brings the snow,

Makes our feet and fingers glow.

February brings the rain,

Thaws the frozen lake again.

March brings breezes sharp and shrill,

Shakes 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, lillies, 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.

Warm September brings the fruit,

Sportsmen then begin to shoot.

Brown October brings the pheasant,

Then to gather nuts is pleasant.

Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves go whirling past.

Chill December brings the sleet,

Blazing fire and Christmas treat.

October Brings The Blast

 From a childhood poem,

Dull November brings the blast,

Then the leaves go whirling past.

Its only October but the fierce North Easterly winds have caused a lot of the leaves to fall.

In our local woods the beech leaves have now created beautiful paths.

Stumps and leaves;  again evoke thoughts of childhood stories of faery folk living in the wood.

Tova dog ignored the path and headed off into the brambles after rabbits.

So many inviting paths lead off the main drag...

While on the green on the way home, the tree looks as if a giant has given it a good shake, giving a carpet of leaves below.