Classic and Contemporary Poetry

IN APRIL, by JOHN RICHARD MORELAND
First Line: There is a way that calls to me
Last Line: White plum, white sea?
Subject(s): April

There is a way that calls to me
When April comes,
Of sea and sand and petalled trees
Of surf-white plums.

And I must walk the dunes and watch
Each wave-bough break,
See the white petals of the plum
With new life shake.

And as the wind grows wild and strong
Whirling in ecstasy,
O which can be the lovelier,
White plum, white sea?