While others celebrated New Year’s Eve, Walter Crane (1845–1915) mourned December’s passing. Created sometime around 1889 with his daughter Beatrice (1873–1935), The Procession of the Months synthesizes Walter’s two earlier treatments of the calendrical theme, reflecting age across the gutter between text and image. Walter illustrated the verse that Beatrice wrote. In the case of The Procession of the Months, it seems the images came later, for the preface notes the poem’s creation when she was “quite a child”, demonstrating how “each Season, with its ever-changing beauties, was fully realized by the child’s quick, artistic imagination.”
January
The new year has come, a fresh and rosy child. See! He clasps the hand of a lady young and wild. Her name is January. She wears a cloak of fur; 'Tis sprinkled o'er with snowflakes, which fall at every stir. Of fur her cap is also, 'neath which her wild hair shows, and though she looks so wintry, each cheek is like a rose. And when she puts her foot on a stream she wants to pass, at once the surface hardens like to a sheet of glass! And now her time is over, she says "farewell" at last, and in a cold snow shower, she goes and it is past.