April -- North Carolina

Would you not be in Tryon

  Now that the spring is here,

When mocking-birds are praising

  The fresh, the blossomy year?

Look — on the leafy carpet

  Woven of winter's browns

Iris and pink azaleas

  Flutter their gaudy gowns.

The dogwood spreads white meshes —

  So white and light and high —

To catch the drifting sunlight

  Out of the cobalt sky.

The pointed beech and maple,

  The pines, dark-tufted, tall,

Pattern with many colors

  The mountain's purple wall.

Hark — what a rushing torrent

  Of crystal song falls sheer!

Would you not be in Tryon

  Now that the spring is here?