Saturday, April 2, 2011

April's Charms

When April scatters charms of primrose gold
Among the copper leaves in thickets old,
And singing skylarks from the meadows rise,
to twinkle like black stars in sunny skies;

When I can hear the small woodpecker ring
Time on a tree for all the birds that sing;
and hear the pleasant cuckoo, loud and long -
The simple bird that thinks two notes a song;

When I can hear the woodland brook, that could
not drown a babe, with all his threatening mood;
upon these banks the violets make their home,
and let a few small strawberry blossoms come;

When I go forth on such a pleasant day,
one breath outdoors takes all my cares away;
It goes like heavy smoke, when flames take hold
Of wood that's green and fill a grate with gold.
         William Henry Davies


Ruth's Photo Blog said...

Ah,the beauty of spring.I have enjoyed just being outside today.Hope you have a wonderful Sunday.

June said...

Love this poem Diane! I haven't read this one before. SPring maybe coming here soon. The wind has been wild but the temps milder than last week.
Oooh I loved the house on the hill in Buffalo. Perfect place for a Stephen King movie I think!
sending hugs

Heidi said...

Diane you have flowers blooming!!
lovely poem!

T's Daily Treasures said...

Lovely Diane! Have a wonderful Sunday. Blessings, Tammy

Name: Amanda said...

What a beautiful poem! I love it! xobean

Laurie said...

Thanks for sharing that beautiful poem with us Diane, I've never read this one before. I long for these April days!