When There Is April
Who would fear death when there is April? Like a flame, like a song, To heal all who have lived with yearning Year-through, life-long.
When there is April with fulfilment For longing and for pain. For every reaching hand that beauty Has lured in vain.
Who would shrink from the earth when April With slim rain hands shall reach Through the doors of dark, and call them Who love her speech.
Hazel Hall