When January's cold appears, A glowing pipe my spirit cheers; And still it glads the length'ning day 'Neath February's milder sway. When March's keener winds succeed, What charms me like the burning weed? When April mounts his solar car, I join him, puffing a cigar; And May, so beautiful and bright, Still finds the pleasing weed a-light. To balmy zephyrs it gives rest When June in gayest livery's drest. Through July, Flora's offspring smile, But still Nicotia's can beguile; And August, when its fruits are ripe, Matures my pleasure in a pipe. September finds me in the garden, Communing with a long churchwarden. Even in the wane of dull October I smoke my pipe and sip my "robar." November's soaking show'rs require The smoking pipe and blazing fire. The darkest day in drear December's— That's lighted by their glowing embers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE BRITISH MUSEUM by RICHARD ALDINGTON CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH NORTH WINTER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK TO -, WITH A ROSE by SIDNEY LANIER ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DIPPOLD THE OPTICIAN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |