Penny's Poetry Blog

April ( To Bliss Carman )   There 's a murmur in the patient forest alleys, There 's an elfin echo whispering through the tre...

The Month of April Come, April, month of various kinds, With Summer's sun, and Winter's winds, Whose varied clime, and lengthe...

Blue Squills How many million Aprils came      Before I ever knew How white a cherry bough could be,      A bed of squills, how blue!...

The Reawakening Green in light are the hills, and a calm wind flowing Filleth the void with a flood of the fragrance of spring. Wing...

"Whan That Aprille. . ." Is it the song of a meadow lark Off the brown, sere salt marshes, Or the eager patches in dooryards...

Home Thoughts, from Abroad  Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unawar...

The April Boughs It was not then her heart broke —     That moment when she knew That all her faith held holiest     Was utterly untr...