AprilWith 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)