The tulips now are pushing up
Like small green knuckles through the ground.
The grass is young and doubtful yet,
The robin takes a look around.
And if you listen you can hear,
April laughing with a windy sound!
More verses by Eunice Tietjens
- Old Friendship
- The Most-Sacred Mountain
- The Steam Shovel
- Presence Of Eternity
- The Bacchante To Her Babe