June-like April Day

T.S.Eliot was wrong about April being the cruelest month, at least on days like this one. Sunny, windy, and warm. Even a t-shirt a bit much when wielding shovel, rake, and barrow. Large numbers of robins and college students out on the quickly greening grass.

The Robin
—Witter Bynner

Except within poetic pale
I have not found a nightingale,
Nor hearkened in a dusky vale
To song and silence blending;
No stock-dove have I ever heard,
Nor listened to a cuckoo-bird,
Nor seen a lark ascending.
But I have felt a pulse-beat start
Because a robin, spending
The utmost of his simple art
Some of his pleasure to impart
While twilight came descending,
Has found an answer in my heart,
A sudden comprehending.