Is it April, these gray days Wrapped in fog and fringed with rain? All is lost in misty haze Just beyond my window-pane. The willows droopdim, shadowy, gray, And all my hills are hidden away. Silvery threads of rain slip down Slant-wise through the fragrant air, Wisps of fog the maples crown, Clinging, wraithlike, everywhere. Gone the days of gold and blue, April! April! Is this you? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MOUNTAIN WHIPPOORWILL (A GEORGIA ROMANCE) by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET DEDICATION IN THESE DAY by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FAT LADY by HAYDEN CARRUTH ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |