Leafless April
Leafless April chased by light,
Chased by dark and full of laughter,
Stays a moment in her flight
Where the warmest breezes waft her,
By the meadow brook to lean,
Or where winter rye is growing,
Showing in a lovelier green
Where her wayward steps are going.
Blithesome April brown and warm,
Showing slimness through her tatters,
Chased by sun or chased by storm —
Not a whit to her it matters.
Swiftly through the violet bed,
Down to where the stream is flooding
Light she flits — and round her head
See the orchard branches budding!
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Ethelwyn Wetherald (1857-1940)
from The House of the Trees, and other poems, 1895
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
Ethelwyn Wetherald biography
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