Poem by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

April

An altered look about the hills;
A Tyrian light the village fills;
A wider sunrise in the dawn;
A deeper twilight on the lawn;
A print of a vermilion foot;
A purple finger on the slope;
A flippant fly upon the pane;
A spider at his trade again;
An added strut in chanticleer;
A flower expected everywhere;
An axe shrill singing in the woods;
Fern-odors on untravelled roads, --
All this, and more I cannot tell,
A furtive look you know as well,
And Nicodemus' mystery
Receives its annual reply.

1. What Inn Is This
2. It Was Not Death, for I Stood up
3. A Throe upon the Features
4. Gone
5. Till the End

Dollie Radford April ("Through the meadow April comes")

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