April

A prophesy of good so fair, tingeing all the sweet spring air
With future joys of perfume rare is April.

Like a charming dainty girl, with her curls in a whirl,
Rose leaf skin and teeth of pearl is April.

Sometimes sad and sometimes gay, tears and smiles all in one day.
Just before the flowers of May comes April.

^__Mae C. Patrick

Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
page 101
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)