Of April O the Delicate Sighs of Ferns
When snow, which veils the slumber of lakes
Withdraws in mist and the speckled earth
Is damp with leaves’ regenerative breath,
I return, as I must, where the willows
Rebelliously fly their green banners
Against the perilous Canadian clouds.
When mist, which hails the warming of earth
Raises its skirt over moss bordered streams
I come with new love in the fold of my arm,
Regard how white violets kiss the new sun.
For us the long winter was frozen endurance
And dreaming of love through the trackless stars.
