Monday, April 2, 2012

Spring sings to me

APRIL

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 to me.

-Sara Teasdale

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