I love April. It’s spring, it’s National Poetry Month, and it contains my daughter’s birthday. It’s the only month of color in my shady yard, when one hundred tulips, along with narcissi, crocuses, anemones and snowdrops bloom before the oak tree leafs out. In honor of my favorite month, I will be occasionally posting some of my favorite poems, as the spirit moves me, and I”d love to hear about some of yours. Here’s the first poem I ever memorized. Happy Spring!