"The April wind is soft and sweet
Flying o'er meadows — kissing flowers
Flirting round maidens slippered feet
Before it drops in sprinkling showers."
"The April Wind and The Milk Maid"
-John Clare
Fresh Air
Winslow Homer
(1878)
Pretty In Pink
Peach Blossoms
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head
with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song
on our roof at night
And I love the rain.
April Rain Song
-Langston Hughes
The wren and robin hop around;
The Primrose-maids my neighbours be;
The sun has warmed the mossy ground;
Where Spring has come, I too am found;
The Cuckoo's call has wakened me!"
"Song of the Dog-Violet Fairy
-Cecily Mary Barker
"The Dog Violet Fairy"
-Cecily Mary Barker
"I am inclined to think
that flowers we most love
are those we knew
when we were very young,
when our senses were
most acute to color
and to smell,
and our natures
most lyrical."
-Dorothy Thompson
