The Green Scarf of Aprilby O.W. HolmesWe have trod from the threshold of turbulent March, Till the green scarf of April is hung on the larch, And down the bright hillside that welcomes the day, We hear the warm panting of beautiful May.Share this:Tweet Share on TumblrWhatsApp PrintEmail
by O.W. HolmesWe have trod from the threshold of turbulent March, Till the green scarf of April is hung on the larch, And down the bright hillside that welcomes the day, We hear the warm panting of beautiful May.Share this:Tweet Share on TumblrWhatsApp PrintEmail