The Months: Christina Rossetti’s lyrical journey through the turning year

January cold and desolate;
February dripping wet
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly,
Lightning-torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.