The roofs are shining from the rain, The sparrows twitter as they fly, And with a windy April grace The little clouds go by.
Yet the back-yards are bare and brown With only one unchanging tree-- I could not be so sure of Spring Save that it sings in me.
Sara Teasdale’s “April” begins with a light, fresh spring scene: rain-washed roofs gleaming, sparrows twittering as they fly, and small clouds drifting past with a breezy ease. But then the speaker looks down at the back-yards, which are still bare and brown, with only one unchanging tree.
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