This also was written a while back -

January is the morn

Of a year that's newly born.

February winds freeze the lakes

Then people come out to ice-skate.

March is when the crocus peeps

Through the snow, in icy heaps.

April's when the birds all sing

Announcing the return of Spring.

May brings flowers reaching high

Up, into the clear blue sky.

June brings occasional rain

And Spring's cool weather starts to wane.

July makes the summer heat

Brown the cornstalks and the wheat.

August is when the crops and grain

Are harvested at the farmers' yearly gain.

September winds blow the grass

And the leaves into a mass.

October brings the light

Of a jack-o-lantern through the night.

November's blast blows the last leaf down;

The year goes on, winter-bound.

December ends the memorable year

With a bit of Christmas cheer.