Tuesday, March 31, 2009

April Rain


The wild sweet rain of April spills
On golden - throated daffodils,
On garden wall and new green bough,
On earth fresh - turned before the plough.
It scrubs the pansy's small shy face
And shines each blade of grass in place
To leave the springtime world aglow,
And lift my heart to walk tiptoe.

by VINEY WILDER

9 comments:

Anna said...

A lovely poem for GBMD and another new to me poem. I especially like the last couple of lines :)

Barbara said...

Lovely poem!
Here in California in our 3rd "dry" year, we could really hope for some of that lovely April rain! The weatherman says not likely.

donna said...

"It scrubs the pansy's small shy face"....love that line. I like how the April showers here in the upper midwest wash away what's left of winter.

Emily said...

I am longing for the April rain, as it's currently snowing here. :/

Rosemarie said...

That's a really pretty poem - makes me happy as we enter Springtime!

Anonymous said...

What a beautiful poem. It really speaks of your love for spring and nature!

Lynne's Somewhat Invented Life said...

Thanks for posting this. I love the imagery. I hope we actually DO get spring and don't just jump into summer.

Muum said...

Yep, Lynne, I'd have to agree, I would like spring not just the winter-to-summer thing that happened last year.......

Gail said...

A lovely poem and the violets are sweet...what a nice variety....we just have the purple ones. gail