Golden and red trees
Nod to the soft breeze,
As it whispers, “Winter is near;”
Category: Seasons
A Naughty Pumpkin’s Fate
This little pumpkin had a good life, but was never happy. Then Halloween night came along… not a great night if you’re a pumpkin! Find out his fate!
An Autumn Greeting ?
‘Come’, said the Wind to the Leaves one day.
‘Come over the meadow and we will play.’
At the Seaside ?
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
Autumn Fires
In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
Bed in Summer ?
In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
Buttercups and Daisies ?
Buttercups and daisies-
Oh the pretty flowers,
Coming ere the springtime
To tell of sunny hours.
Down to Sleep
It’s November and the forest settles “down to sleep” for the long, cold winter ahead.
Fall, Leaves, Fall ?
Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away
Lengthen Night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
How the Leaves Came Down
“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,”
The great tree to his children said,
“You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown,
Yes, very sleepy, little Red.
It is quite time to go to bed.”
It’s Raining, It’s Pouring
It’s raining, it’s pouring;
The old man is snoring.
Jimmy Scarecrow’s Christmas
Jimmy Scarecrow led a sad life in the winter. Jimmy’s greatest grief was his lack of occupation. He liked to be useful, and in winter he was absolutely of no use at all.
Picture-books in Winter ?
Summer; fading, winter comes-
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Pirate Story ?
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
Rain in Summer ?
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the narrow lane,
How beautiful is the rain!
Robin Redbreast ?
Goodbye, goodbye to Summer!
For Summer’s nearly done;
The garden smiling faintly,
Cool breezes in the sun;
Spring ?
Sound the flute!
Now it’s mute!
Bird’s delight,
Day and night…
Summer Sun ?
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven without repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
The Fir Tree
A Christmas story by Hans Christian Andersen.
Out in the woods stood a nice little Fir Tree. The place he had was a very good one: the sun shone on him: as to fresh air, there was enough of that, and round him grew many large-sized comrades, pines as well as firs. But the little Fir wanted so very much to be a grown-up tree.
Read more about The Fir Tree …
The Foolish Fir-Tree
A lovely Christmas poem by Henry Van Dyke.
.A Little fir grew in the midst of the wood
Contented and happy, as young trees should.
Read more about The Foolish Fir-Tree …
The Little Match Girl
The short story by Hans Christian Andersen.
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when—the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
The Night Before Christmas ?
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…
The North Wind ?
The North wind doth blow and we shall have snow,
And what will poor robin do then, poor thing?
The Rainbow ?
Boats sail on the rivers,
And ships sail on the seas;
But clouds that sail across the sky
Are prettier than these.
The Selfish Giant
The wonderful classic from Oscar Wilde.
The Giant returns from abroad to find children playing in his garden, so he throws them out and locks the gate. But why, then, is he not happy? Why do the flowers not grow and the sun not shine? This Giant goes on a beautiful journey all in his back garden!
Read more about The Selfish Giant …
The Sun’s Travels ?
The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
The Wind ?
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Trees ?
The Oak is called the king of trees,
The Aspen quivers in the breeze…
Whether the weather ?
Whether the weather be fine,
Or whether the weather be not,
Whether the weather be cold,
Or whether the weather be hot…
Windy Nights ?
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high…
Winter ?
When icicles hang by the wall,
And Dick the shepherd blows his nail,
And Tom bears logs into the hall,
And milk comes frozen home in pail…
Winter Time ?
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;