April bathes in the breath of Spring
And borrows a robin's song to sing.
She lilac-lines the lanes with care
And scatters tulips everywhere.
April emeralds fields and hills
And golds the garden with daffodils.
She wears a glistening dewdrop grown
With white-washed daisies for her crown.
April bathes in the breath of Spring,
Awakens every living thing;
Then fancy-free, she wends her way
Into the merry month of May.
~ Nora M. Bozeman
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