The House of the Trees
& Other Poems


by Ethelwyn Wetherald



 

Leafless April



LEAFLESS April chased by light,
    Chased by dark and full of laughter,
Stays a moment in her flight
    Where the warmest breezes waft her,
By the meadow brook to lean,
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    Or where winter rye is growing,
Showing in a lovelier green
    Where her wayward steps are going.

Blithesome April brown and warm,
    Showing slimness through her tatters,
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Chased by sun or chased by storm—
    Not a whit to her it matters.
Swiftly through the violet bed,
    Down to where the stream is flooding
Light she flits—and round her head
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    See the orchard branches budding! [Page 18]