I know well that the June rains just fall

Don't knock the weather

Spring is a season of the soul to regain its strength

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go

Planning ahead for more colour in the summer

A cloud, and a rainbow's warning

They say the March Hare's Mad

Let thy growing hours be strong

A wet February, a wet spring

A bud straining to unfurl

With fireworks and dragons

January is the quietest month in the garden

Chill December brings the sleet, Blazing fire, and Christmas treat

The Earth is Growing Quiet

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

November's sky is chill and drear

October is crisp days and cool nights

It's a funny kind of month, October

Poppy Appeal

The air is wild with leaves

October, ruddy-cheeked, comes o'er the plains

Ah, September! You are the doorway to the season that awakens my soul

We will welcome summer's ghost

Thirty days hath September