Pages

Sunday, April 01, 2012

April, Dear April


April, dear April, I beg you come soon –
And bring your sweet primroses too.
Let them join in with the daffodils’ play,
As skies offer sunshine anew.

April, dear April, my blessed spring child,
Ornate in your yellow and white,
Teasing the birds into trilling their songs
And dancing to music of flight.

April, dear April, come enter my dreams
And rid me from cold winter chills.
Banish the rain and those blustery winds
And warm up our countryside hills.

April, dear April, I know you can’t stay -
You have to move on ‘till next year.
And though I shall cherish the glory of summer,
You’ll always be my month most dear.

3 comments:

yvette said...

wij zijn allebei aprillers

liefs

Nancy said...

My month most dear too...tomorrow is my birthday :)

woman with wings said...

The cloth looks like spring with its soft, fresh colors. It's lovely!