Dirty days hath SeptemberApril June and NovemberFrom January up to MayThe rain it raineth every dayAll the rest have thirty-oneWithout a blessed gleam of sunAnd if any of them had two-and-thirtyTheyd be just as wet and twice as dirty.
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The April rain, the April rain,Comes slanting down in fitful showers,Then from the furrow shoots the grain,And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;And in grey shawl and woodland bowersThe cuckoo through the April rainCalls once again.
And fairy month of waking mirthFrom whom our joys ensueThou early gladder of the earthThrice welcome here anewWith thee the bud unfolds to leavesThe grass greens on the leaAnd flowers their tender boon receivesTo bloom and smile with thee.
When the April wind wakes the call for the soil, I hold the plough as my only hold upon the earth, and, as I follow through the fresh and fragrant furrow, I am planted with every foot-step, growing, budding, blooming into a spirit of spring.
Ahh, the wide almond groves in full white flowerStunning in the morning sun.Old naked Winter in his garb of grays and browns has run.Forsythia blooms come and go in the blink of a yellow Eye,Then, suddenly, mysteriously, Green erupts; and we sigh.
Tis spring; come out to rambleThe hilly brakes around,For under thorn and brambleAbout the hollow groundThe primroses are found.And theres the windflower chillyWith all the winds at play,And theres the Lenten lilyThat has not long to stayAnd dies on Easter day.
The promise of these fragrant flowers,The fruit that neath these blossoms liesOnce hung, they say, in Edens bowers,And tempted Eve in Paradise.O fairest daughter of Eves blood,Lest her misprision thine should be,Ive nipped temptation in the budAnd send this snowy spray to thee.
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shedTheir snow-white blossoms on my head,With brightest sunshine round me spreadOf springs unclouded weather,In this sequestered nook how sweetTo sit upon my orchard-seat!And birds and flowers once more to greet,My last years friends together.
Spring has again returned.The Earth is like a child that knows many poems.Many, O so many. For the hardshipof such long learning she receives the prize.Strict was her teacher.The white in the old mans beard pleases us.Now, what to call green, to call blue,we dare to ask: She knows, She knows!
An altered look about the hills;A Tyrian light the village fills;A wider sunrise in the dawn;A deeper twilight on the lawn;A print of a vermilion foot;A purple finger on the slope;A flippant fly upon the pane;A spider at his trade again;An added strut in chanticleer;A flower expected everywhere ...
The sun was warm but the wind was chill.You know how it is with an April day.When the sun is out and the wind is still,Youre one month on in the middle of May.But if you so much as dare to speak,a cloud come over the sunlit arch,And wind comes off a frozen peak,And youre two months back in the middle of March.
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In the glow of the dawn,Welcome a new day,Greet the golden sunlight or rain,Nature in all its subtlety.Whip of the wind,Earth unfolds,Softly falling rain,Growing plants and buds blossoming.Visions of the earth, with glories of nature,Beauty of the daffodils,Sunshine and rain from a rainbow,Awe! Nature in full bloom.
To what purpose, April, do you return again?Beauty is not enough.You can no longer quiet me with the rednessOf little leaves opening stickily.I know what I know.The sun is hot on my neck as I observeThe spikes of the crocus.The smell of the earth is good.It is apparent that there is no death.But what does that signify?
