Poems about the Seasons and the Weather

The Months of the Year

January comes with frost and snow,

February brings us winds that blow,

March has winds and happy hours,

April brings us sun and showers,

Pretty is the month of May,

June has flowers, sweet and gay,

July begins our holiday,

August sends us all away,

September takesus back to school,

October days begin to cool,

November brings the leaves to Earth;

December dying sees the birth

of the New Year and all its mirth.

It’s Snowing

It’s snowing, it’s snowing,

What a lot of snow!

Let us make some snowballs,

We all like to throw.

It’s snowing, it’s snowing.

Let us sledge and ski!

When I’m dashing down the hill

Clear the way for me!

                The Snowman

Come to the garden

And play in the snow,

Make a white snowman

And help him to grow!

“What a nice snowman!”

The childrenwill say.

‘What a fine game

For a cold winter day.”

                      Spring

Spring is coming,

I can feel it.

How soft is the morning air!

Birds are singing,

Buds are peeping,

Life and joy are everywhere.

                    Spring

This is the season

When snowdrops bloom,

When nobody likes

To stay in the room.

This is the season

When birds make their nest.

This is the season

We all like best.

                    Spring Rain

Rain, rain, rain, April rain,

You are feeding seeds and grain,

You are raising plants and crops

Wiith your gaily sparkling drops.

                 A Summer Day

Come, my children, come away

For the sun shines bright today;

Little children, come with me,

Birds and brooks and flowers see;

Get your hats and come away,

For it is a pleasant day.

Let us make a merry ring,

Talk and laugh and dance and sing!

Quickly, quickly come away

For it is a pleasant day.

                     Clouds 

White sheep, white sheep

On a blue hill,

When the wind stops

You all stand still.

You walk far away

When the winds blow.

White sheep, white sheep,

Where do you go?

              Autumn Leaves

“Come, little leaves,”

Says the wind one day.

“Come over the meadows

With me to play.

Put on your dresses

Of red and gold,

For summer is gone

And the days are cold.”

                    The Fog 

I like the fog

It’s soft and cool.

It hides everything

On the way to school.

I can’t see a house,

I can’t see a tree

Because the fog

Is playing with me.

The sun comes out,

The fog goes away

But it will be back

Another day.