On the maples' red blooms the bluebirds are tilting, Tilting and lilting in joy. Beneath them the daffodils, golden and glowing, Give fragrance without alloy. In the wide, brown fields men and horses are working, Working, no shirking today. Through April clouds drifting, the sunshine is sifting, Soon comes the beautiful May. Hark a cry from above! Wild geese crossing over. Over and over in flight. To old homes they are flying, danger defying, Clear pictures against the light. Now the clouds are darker and raindrops patter, Patter, spatter. Soon it's fair. Brightly shines in the heavens, "The Bow of Promise." Fragrant freshness fills the air. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR DEAR ELIZABETH: (FOR ELIZABETH DIFIORE) by KAREN SWENSON SISTER LOU by STERLING ALLEN BROWN TENEBRIS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE SAGE COUNSEL by ARTHUR THOMAS QUILLER-COUCH HOPE AND DESPAIR by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE EPIGRAM ON THE COUNTESS OF SOMERSET'S PICTURE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |