The pale-green candles on the pines Look upward at the sky As if to fathom the designs Of powers from on high. The honeysuckle vines swing out To catch the perfumed breeze And wind their tendrils all about The chinaberry trees. And everywhere I wander down The highways, streets and lanes I see the flutter of a gown Along the widespread plains -- Once more I know that Spring is here, Her dress of green and gold For all the earth portrays the cheer The heavens fain would hold! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR LORD AND OUR LADY by HILAIRE BELLOC LUNCH AT A CLUB by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE BIRDS OF VIETNAM by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN WHEN I AM DEAD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |