When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multitude Of golden chalices to humming-birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky. — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames. — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
