Early April in England
Across the moist beam of the cloud-rimmed sun,
The larks run up in ecstasies of Spring,
And little feathered flutes of melody,
The yellow-ammers, pipe along the hedges.
The sheep, half basking in the golden blaze,
Half shivering in the gray, engulfing shadows,
Browse on the faint-green hills; the chilly wind
Ruffles the white geese on the rippled pond.
~~
Percy MacKaye (1875-1956)
from The Sistine Eve, and other poems, 1915
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada and the United States]
Photo: Skylark in flight, Midlands, England, April 2011. Courtesy Dreamstime
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