With future joys of perfume rare is April.
Like a charming dainty girl, with her curls in a whirl,
Rose leaf skin and teeth of pearl is April.
Sometimes sad and sometimes gay, tears and smiles all in one day.
Just before the flowers of May comes April.
__Mae C. Patrick
Contemporary Kansas Poetry
Helen Rhoda Hoopes
(Kansas City: Joseph D. Havens Company. 1927)