I was going to post the first couple of stanzas of TS Eliot's “The Wasteland” today, which begins “April is the cruellest month.” But then I came across this charming little thing by Ogden Nash. Of course to him April means Spring, but there's nothing here that couldn't also be found in the bosom of Autumn. This is “Always Marry an April Girl.”
Praise the spells and bless the charms,
I found April in my arms.
April golden, April cloudy,
Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy;
April soft in flowered languor,
April cold with sudden anger,
Ever changing, ever true --
I love April, I love you.