The Months, by Sara Coleridge
Sara Coleridge was the daughter of the poet Samuel Taylor Coleridge. She grew up around great poets. Robert Southey and Robert Lovell were related and the Wordsworths were neighbors. She wrote mainly children's poetry which was published and popular in her lifetime. Her poem "The Months" is a nice catalogue of the months of the year.
January brings the snow;
Makes our feet and fingers glow.
February brings the rain;
Thaws the frozen pond again.
March brings the wind so cold and chill;
Drives the cattle from the hill.
April brings us sun and showers,
And the pretty wildwood flowers.
May brings grass and leafy trees,
Waviang in each gentle breeze.
June brings roses, fresh and fair,
And the cherries ripe and rare.
July brings the greatest heat,
Cloudless skies and dusty street.
August brings the golden grain;
Harvest time is here again.
Mild September brings us more
Fruit and grain, for winter store.
Brown October brings the last
Of ripening gifts, from summer past.
Dull November brings the blast:
Down from the trees the leaves fall fast.
Cold December ends the rhyme
With blazing fires and Christmas time.
It is interesting to note in this poem that only the later numbered months are preceded by an adjective. Perhpaps the author meant to convey something extra about the waning months of the year.