Showery Time Poem by Evaleen Stein

Showery Time

Rating: 3.5


The April rain-drops tinkle
In cuckoo-cups of gold,
And warm south winds unwrinkle
The buds the peach-boughs hold.

In countless fluted creases
The little elm-leaves show,
While white as carded fleeces
The dogwood blossoms blow.

A rosy robe is wrapping
The early red-bud trees;
But still the haws are napping,
Nor heed the honey-bees.

And still in lazy sleeping
The apple-buds are bound,
But tulip-tips are peeping
From out the garden ground.

And yonder, gayly swinging
Upon the turning vane,
A robin redbreast singing
Makes merry at the rain!

Friday, December 25, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: spring
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Manonton Dalan 25 December 2015

lovely poem depicting beauty prancing sunlight to every eyes delight

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Evaleen Stein

Evaleen Stein

Lafayette, Indiana
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