Sara Teasdale

(8 August 1884 – 29 January 1933 / Missouri)

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 in me.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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