Poems About: APRIL

This was a sweet white wildwood violet
I found among the painted slips that grow
Where, under hot-house glass, the flowers forget
How the sun shines, and how the cool winds blow read more »

This piece is premised on a true experience which has left many questions unanswered and I carefully dedicate it wholly to E.A. Taale for inspiring me to.........and just like Esther's one night with the king in the Bible, those few hours caused the sun to shine on a black brother. read more »

When April comes, and pelts with buds
And apple-blooms each orchard space,
And takes the dog-wood-whitened woods
With rain and sunshine of her moods,
Like your fair face, like your fair face: read more »

When April woke the drowsy flowers,
And vagrant odors thronged the breeze,
And bluebirds wrangled in the bowers,
And daisies flashed along the leas, read more »

I sing of a maiden
That is makeles;
King of all kings
To her son she ches. read more »

April will come to the quiet town
That I left long ago,
Scattering primroses up and down—
Row upon happy row. read more »

I always saw these
beautiful white flowers
blossoming in March,
as I walked the streets read more »

See the earth with rainbow sprouts
What do you think its all about?
See the trees with like things cling on branches
It will come into view as the bloom of flowers read more »

April, when I heard
Your lyrical low word,
And when upon the hawthorn hedge your first white blossoms stirred, read more »

April, when I heard
Your lyrical low word,
And when upon the hawthorn hedge your first white blossoms stirred, read more »

April graces us with showers,
As cold snows melt, their wintry scene
Is changed to many shades of green. read more »

On the mossy ditch along the old bohreen
Wildflowers in their thousands are now to be seen
Bluebells and primroses and snowdrops in white
Bloom after the rains in the warm Spring sunlight. read more »