Poetry and Sayings

Seasons of the Year

Winter

• The birds are gone, the world is white,
  the winds are wild, they chill and bite;
  the ground is thick with slush and sleet,
  and I can barely feel my feet.
  
  
• If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant: if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.

Spring

• When Spring Appears
  Meadowlarks
  give lusty cheers
  when spring appears
  when spring appears.
  
  Buds and seeds
  prick up their ears
  and blades of grass
  show eager spears.
  
  And only icicles
  weep tears
  when spring appears
  when spring appears.
            Aileen Fisher



• The fields are rich with daffodils,
  a coat of clover cloaks the hills,
  and I must dance, and I must sing
  to see the beauty of the spring.



• The year's at spring
  And day's at morn;
  God's in his heaven,
  All's right with the world.
            Robert Browning
  
  

Summer

• The earth is warm, the sun's ablaze,
  It is a time of carefree days;
  And bees abuzz that chance to pass
  May see me snoozing on the grass.
  
  

Autumn

• Something told the wild geese
  Something told the wild geese
  It was time to go.
  Though the fields lay golden
  Something whispered, "snow."
  Leaves were green and stirring,
  Berries, luster-glossed,
  But beneath warm feathers
  But something cautioned, "frost."
  All the sagging orchards
  Steamed with amber spices
  But each wild breast stiffened
  At remembered ice.
  Something told the wild geese
  It was time to fly -
  Summer sun was on their wings,
  Winter in their cry.
            Rachel Field



• Children in Autumn
  Here, in the soft, sweet-smelling haze,
  a maple stands alone, a blaze
  of color, stirring memories
  of rustic lanes and giant trees;
  and there, along the curb for miles -
  the leaves raked up in equal piles.
  
  Could there be anything we know
  that can evoke the wondrous glow
  of childhood more than trampling leaves?
  How clearly, then, the soul perceives -
  amid the miracle of fall,
  that we are children, one and all.
  
  Oh, let me never grow too old
  to be bewitched by autumn's gold -
  to share the overwhelming joy
  within the heart of that small boy
  who runs amuck when he perceives
  these tempting, ordered piles of leaves.
            Jean S. Platt
  
  

Miscellaneous

• Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
  Spring into summer, summer into fall,
  So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
  Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
  
  
• Whether the weather be fine,
  Or whether the weather be not,
  Whether the weather be cold,
  Or whether the weather be hot,
  We'll weather the weather
  Whatever the weather,
  Whether we like it or not!



• Throughout The Year
  January is the start of a brand new year.
  February is the month for those who are dear.
  March brings the winds that blow for hours.
  April brings the gentle showers.
  May brings flowers to make a bouquet.
  June is a great time to go out and play.
  July is the month for picnics and fun.
  August means good times for everyone.
  September is when special friends get together.
  October brings pumpkins and crisp autumn weather.
  November reminds us to be thankful and true.
  December is for sharing love and joy...just like me and you.
  

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