A birdbox in a tree THE TWINS Winter the Dotard, fool’d by April’s tears, Is fain to linger in the lap of Spring, When, with her tall twin brothers, May appears, And bids him have no thought of such a thing. A snail by some flowers A lady in classical draped clothing playing pipes CUPID’S FORECAST
MAY Small birds will begin house-hunting and set the fashion by choosing mates. Soft airs prevail and the skies are rosy. The first leaflets of Spring poetry begin to come out. Occasional warm showers, melting hearts and budding friendships. A few sharp storms, followed by bright making-up weather. A cupid looking into a nest
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