January gray is here, Like a sexton by her grave.--Percy Bysshe Shelley Late February days; and now, at last, Might you have thought that Winter's woe was past.--William Morris It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold.--Charles Dickens The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!--William Shakespeare Hard is the heart that loved naught in May.--Geoffrey Chaucer No need for bowl or silver spoon, Sugar or spice or cream, Has the wild berry plucked in June, Beside the trickling stream.-- Robert Graves He makes a July's day short as December ...--William Shakespeare There is no month in the whole year in which nature wears a more beautiful appearance than in the month of August.--Charles Dickens Happy we who can bask in this warm September sun, which illumines all creatures, as well when they rest as when they toil, not without a feeling of gratitude.--Henry David Thoreau O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow. Make the day seem to us less brief.--Robert Frost No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member. No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!--Thomas Hood Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death And take a Life that wearies me.--Samuel Taylor Coleridge