For Old Lovers

The sap is bubbling in the tree,

The pink buds herald spring.

Yet winter holds for you and me

One charm to which we cling.

The April sun grows warm by noon,

Its daylight skies are bright;

But the cool evenings bring the boon

Of a wood fire at night.

The greening sod of April days

Is lovely to the eye,

But firmer, lovelier turf is May's

And kindlier glows the sky.

Let striplings to the greenwood go

For April's chill delight,

But we two still shall bless the glow

Of a wood fire at night.

T. A. Daly

Index to poems in the collection by T. A. Daly