My Annual April 1 Post

LADY APRIL

by Richard Le Galliene

So, April, here thou art again,

Thou pretty, pretty lady!

With broidered skirts of sunkissed rain --

A grown-up girl, already!

Thy sister May

Is on her way,

And June, with tresses shady;

But, of the three,

I love best thee --

Thou pretty, pretty lady!

Thou hauntest all the sobering year,

With echos of thy laughter;

And life is nought till thou appear,

And but remembrance after.

Though Autumn's yield

From garth and field

Run o'er from floor to rafter,

Thy wild-rose breast

Haunts all the rest,

And makes it poor with laughter.

I have posted this for four years now. It is one of the very few poems that I committed to memory when I was a child that I can still recite. And I hope you don't mind that I am posting it again. Today is absolutely gorgeous, and it seems a fitting verse for this day. It is 76° as I type, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and happily building their nests. My lilac is completely leafed out with velvety green adornment, and my flowering almond has blooms. Happy April everyone!

April at Last!

LADY APRIL

by Richard Le Galliene

So, April, here thou art again,

Thou pretty, pretty lady!

With broidered skirts of sunkissed rain --

A grown-up girl, already!

Thy sister May

Is on her way,

And June, with tresses shady;

But, of the three,

I love best thee --

Thou pretty, pretty lady!

Thou hauntest all the sobering year,

With echos of thy laughter;

And life is nought till thou appear,

And but remembrance after.

Though Autumn's yield

From garth and field

Run o'er from floor to rafter,

Thy wild-rose breast

Haunts all the rest,

And makes it poor with laughter.

I have posted this for three years now. It is one of the very few poems that I committed to memory when I was a child that I can still recite.