1. When April Comes
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When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise, --
Spring is a miraculous experience. The whole world comes alive after the winter in which it seemed that everything was dead. The world comes filled with color and the scent of delicious greenery. The world that seemed so dull and cold has come alive once again. Little did we know that beneath the cold hard ground the plants and trees were preparing for rebirth. Spring gives us hope for rejuvenation in our own lives as well. Spring is a time to renew the excitement and zest for life that lives inside.
Famous Poem
When April comes with softly shining eyes,
And daffodils bound in her wind-blown hair,
Oh, she will coax all clouds from out the skies,
And every day will bring some sweet surprise, --
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A bursting into greenness;
A waking as from sleep;
A twitter and a warble
That make the pulses leap:
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When a feller feels a longing
For the medder in his breast.
When the robins north are thronging,
Where they haste to build their nest.
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A Light exists in Spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period --
When March is scarcely here
The poem depicts supremacy of nature. Nature is beyond natural laws. It's the underlying truth that nature poets communicate to us through their writings.
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Dear March—Come in—
How glad I am—
I hoped for you before—
Put down your Hat—
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To what purpose, April, do you return again?
Beauty is not enough.
You can no longer quiet me with the redness
Of little leaves opening stickily.
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Their faint "honk-honk" announces them,
The geese when they come flying north;
Above the far horizon's hem
From out the south they issue forth.
With winter's footprints in the past,
and snows begin to melt at last.
With longer days and shorter nights,
The grass is green across the hill,
But yellow blooms the daffodil.
It's sunshine on a little stalk,
A friendly flower, I bet they talk...
Analysis of Form and Technique
Upon a nice mid-spring day,
Let's take a look at Nature's way.
Breathe the scent of nice fresh air,
Feel the breeze within your hair.
Have you ever thought of this poem as a response to Thomas Moran's, "The Grand Canyon of Yellow Stone"? It is beautifully written and encompasses themes of freedom, nature, and serenity, as...
Reminiscent melodies
serenade the morning breeze.
Feathered creatures nest with care
It's a very beautiful creation about the everlasting beauties of nature. It reminds me of the poem by Robert Frost "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening."
One of four siblings,
the youngest of course.
Or am I the oldest?
Not really sure.
Mellow, mild, May day,
calling children out to play.
Summer's on her way!
Hush, can you hear it?
The rustling in the grass,
Bringing you the welcome news that
Winter's day is past.
Really nice poem for spring. Thank you for sharing!
Analysis of Form and Technique
When the cold, harsh winter has given its last breath,
When the sky above shows life instead of death,
When the claws reaching to the frozen sky become decorated with leaves,
When the animals -long in hiding- scurry from trees,
The cold winter has passed, and now comes spring.
The newly hatched baby birds will cause the mother birds to sing.
The warm sun comes out, little cherry blossoms are in bloom.
Springtime is a great time of joy to every person, girl and boy. The flower buds, the springy smell, are lovely springtime charms. Enjoy!
Beautiful fresh purple flowers on a hill
Slowly moving water mill
Clumps of wet frost on the ground
Life is all around
Awake, little crocus, spring is nigh!
Let me kiss the slumber from your eye.
Come! Dance with me upon the lawn,
The night is o'er, embrace the dawn!
A beautiful poem for spring. Love the idea of the crocus fairy dancing on the lawn and in her element embracing the dawn.
There is nothing that can quite compare
To the fragrance of the fresh spring air,
Floating on the softest breeze,
Stirring the world from its frozen sleep.
Fresh spring morning time.
That's the sound of solitude,
the presence of peace.