| Poems by Women |
April -- North Carolina
Would you not be in Tryon
Now that the spring is
here,
When mocking-birds are praising
The fresh, the blossomy year?
Look -- on the leafy carpet
Woven of winter's browns
Iris and
pink azaleas
Flutter their gaudy gowns.
The dogwood spreads white meshes --
So white and light and high
--
To catch the drifting sunlight
Out of the cobalt sky.
The pointed beech and maple,
The pines, dark-tufted,
tall,
Pattern with many colors
The mountain's purple wall.
Hark -- what a rushing torrent
Of crystal song falls sheer!
Would
you not be in Tryon
Now that the spring is here?
From: Rittenhouse, Jessie B.
The Second Book of Modern Verse (1919).
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
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