[Soaring Feather]

April
by Sara Teasdale


The roofs are shining from the rain,
The sparrows twitter as they fly,
And with a windy April grace
The little clouds go by.

Yet the back-yards are bare and brown
With only one unchanging tree --
I could not be so sure of spring
Save that it sings in me.

[pelikan]

Good Morning Ms Feather, Good Morning Everybody.
Something a little different for this beautiful Sunday Morning.

Next came fresh Aprill full of lustyhed,

And wanton as a Kid whose horne new buds:

Vpon a Bull he rode, the same which led

Europa floting through th'Argolick fluds:

His hornes were gilden all with golden studs

And garnished with garlonds goodly dight

Of all the fairest flowres and freshest buds

Which th'earth brings forth, and wet he seem'd in sight

With waues, through which he waded for his loues delight.

Edmund Spenser (c. 1552-1599),
Faerie Queen, The Cantos of Mutabilitie