Men are April when they woo, December when they wed. Maids are May when they are maids, but the sky changes when they are wives.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
May is the month when people focus on mothers more than any other time of year.
The first of April is the day we remember what we are the other 364 days of the year.
Deep in my cortex, the year is divided into reading seasons. The period from mid-October to Christmas, for instance, is 'ghost story' time, while Jane Austen and P. G. Wodehouse pretty much own April and May.
It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.
Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May; but at length the season of summer does come.
April is the cruellest month.
Spring, when the earth tilts closer to the sun, runs a strict timetable of flowers.
Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.
A man has every season while a woman only has the right to spring.
O month when they who love must love and wed.