On this first day of April, we share a poem titled "April Weather" by Lizette Woodworth Reese, Maryland's 1931 Poet Laureate. Reese’s lyrical poems captured the beauty of Baltimore and her beloved Waverly neighborhood in the 19th century and early 20th century. She also taught English for two decades at Western High School. She never gained international fame, but a hand-sculpted marble statue by sculptor Grace Turnbull was erected in her honor in Baltimore after she died. April Weather: Oh, hush, my heart, and take thine ease, For here is April weather! The daffodils beneath the trees Are all a-row together. The thrush is back with his old note; The scarlet tulip is blowing; And white – ay, white as my love’s throat – The dogwood boughs are growing. The lilac bush is sweet again; Down every wind that passes, Fly flakes from hedgerow and from lane; The bees are in the grasses. A Grief goes out, and Joy comes in, And Care us but a feather; And every lad his love can win...