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...WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? by PAUL VERLAINE TO OUR BLESSED LADY (1) by HENRY CONSTABLE THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK SCILLA'S METAMORPHOSIS: MELANCHOLY by THOMAS LODGE THE FUGITIVE by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA TO SWEET MEAT, SOUR SAUCE; AN IMITATION OF THEOCRITUS OR ANACREON by PHILIP AYRES |